It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together.

You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.

I knew that whenever I thought of love, it would have a face, a name, a voice. And I would hear its heart beating from inside a tent in the wilds of Africa.

I wish I could hold your hand outside this room, go for a walk, sit on a patio, watch the world go by.