Promise me that you’ll carry our love in your pocket wherever you go. And promise me, you’ll never forget the love that we had. Because when the world seems dark and clouds fill the blue sky, our love still shines through. It always has. And it always will.

Traveling cured my writer’s block. Meeting you fueled me with the perspectives that I have never thought of.

If only this was a story written in words and not real life; if only I could state how my eyes locked back the tears every time they blinked looking at you; if only I could put down the warmth of my hands every time they were wrapped around yours.