Hi, Bel. It's me: Dan. Hope you're well. My mom said she misses my old friend who used to like flowers. I said Maybe she misses me too. Do you? I remember the day I met you for the first time. I could feel your legs breaking me when you Jumped into my body. I could swear you would never ever let me go again. But you did. Not that day But the day when I came to your home We sit on your home's floor And we felt each other as never before. That day I cross your home's door and that day was the last. Would it be different if we had known it was it? Love, Dan.