02. 01. 2024

A love note I wrote for a boy in 2024.

Hello my love. I have been thinking quite a bit and consuming a wonderful amount of old literary works comprised into movies and shows. I have come to the realization of how regularly I long to be someone of importance. Because of that, I long for a touch of fantasy that I do not have the time to indulge in.

Shows, movies, books, songs.
Things I find slipping between the cracks of the academic and monotone pace of my day-to-day life.

Sometimes, I fear I go through life as Nick Carraway; Meeting and writing stories about a million Gatsbys. Bound to be nothing more than a narrator. Someone brought along just to have the opportunity to tell the story someday.

However, when I am with you, you and I are a story God has not written yet. A song not sung. Wings not yet taken flight.
We have the world at our fingertips. You and I have a chance to have our story told.

My love, I grow so weary of textbooks and dreary words that only describe dreary facts, but you and I can have more. A solution. An answer to all of the questions you and I have been asking.

I ask that you take my hand, grab a paper and a pen, and let's get writing. You and I, writing a book. A story God can narrate for us.