Loving someone is like reading a book as it is being written. You become privy to their innermost secrets and all the stories of their life as they do yours. When you’re all alone you flip through the pages in your mind, rereading your favorite moments and wondering what the next chapter will hold. Sweetheart, you are by far my favorite book, and I want to read until the pages are falling apart and the binding is coming undone. Then when the pages are in pieces, I’ll glue them back together and read them all over again. It may be ridiculous and absurd, but there’s something so elegantly beautiful about you and our love story that I don’t want to read another story ever again. If we go our separate ways, there’s no way we could ever create something as perfect and classic as what we have together. It doesn’t matter how long it has been since I’ve read our pages; as soon as you walk back into my life for good, I’ll pick up right where we left off and it will be just as lovely.