dear darling,

its all we need.

i wake up these days, throw the window open and i just want to scream. 

but not in the bad way. 

not in frustration more in anticipation. 

sitting on the floor looking at books, hidden away and behind the return cart. thats where i want to be. 

all day. 

while its pouring outside.

you're a sight to see.

wiping up the rain from lenses so they don't spot up.

its the first time in so long, i wasnt bored to my core.

i have sent a carrier pigeon, a strip of paper in its snout.

on it are tiny words.

keep an eye out. 

but until then.... 

my very best, 

all the very best.