I wanted to write you a story, but not any story: the best story.
I wanted to write you a love story, but not any love story: the love story that would bolster your faith in love, in how what is meant to be can come to pass.
I wanted to give you all of my words, and for a month now, I have struggled with just how to harness them from my heart and arrange them for you.
So I was patient through all of these days, patient with the pen, patient as it hovered above the page, as my hand shivered and stilled in turns.
And while my head was briefly turned, he began to write the story. Not any story: the best story. Not any love story: the love story.
Tomorrow our hands will entwine on the same pen, and put it to the same page.