One day, Eighty One years from now, they will find our romantic correspondences, buried in the attic and covered in dust. They will be shocked, amazed, and awed at what they will read.
Does she rember our One Eating picknick by the lake? Such a blur of romance and excitement i fear not. Do not fret for long. Once Seven Nights passed over, our minds and souls would never be the same since.
Looking back fondly, I barely can hold back my grief. One Century I have lived, Seventy Seven with you. I miss you my dear something fierce. Soon I pray we will dance in the moonlight again.
On a cold windy morning, I recall. Just after a Once in a lifetime of Eating among the Six the previous dinner nigh, her hair blew in a manor that to this day I still wish to stare.
I cant seem to get my mind off of her. On holiday to the great Australian continent we had One month of pure passion. Six days and Six nights alone in the outback is just the beginning.