i think about you often. i find myself wondering where you are, what you're doing, and mostly, whether you are happy. i wonder if we've already met or, if not, how our first encounter will play out. what our first conversation will be about. whether we'll know right away or whether our love will slowly blossom. i think of the adventures you and i will have together. of how our lives will be so much sweeter and richer. of the laughter we will share and the family we will one day create together. i can't wait.
with love,
mona
