The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered I wasnt really his type.

You were the missing piece of my soul the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

Youre a hero and a gentleman youre kind and honest but more than that youre the first man I ever truly loved. And no matter what the future brings you always will be and I know that my life is better for it.

Its so curious one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

I almost wish we were butterflies and livd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

You are the first dream the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams a lifetimes worth. With hope at lastWill Herondale