I'm writing our love story.
I have these slips of paper, a receipt from a dinner, coupon from a dress shop we went to, a piece of printer paper that means "something" to me. The papers I have tucked away because I know they will trigger a memory for me someday. Today I don't want to forget. And someday I might not be able to remember. So I write. On the back of the slips of paper I write the memory of that day, of that dinner, of that moment.
I am writing our story.
It is a love story. . . and I hope there is a happy ending. Right now, in this moment, I am satisfied to just be able to gather these random slips of papers, to capture these memories, and to share my feelings about the moment I had with her.
Some day I want to be able to tell our story; I can't wait.