Dearest,

The years are flying by with every possible emotion keeping us floating in the air.

I know now what is meant by the language of the heart, it has a mind of its own. Then again what does the mind do but drive us crazy? The feeling was always there, like a seedling which has now sprouted into a young blossom kissed by sunlight.

To me this is a timely miracle of life, one that required maturation through patience. This was an unexpected unfolding enigma. There are no coincidences, only synchronicity. We are creators of our own destiny, though higher powers play an integral part. Through our differences a masterpiece is painted using only the most brilliant colors in existence.

Just know that I love you.