𝓘 placed a bookmark in our book.
𝓛eveled enough space on the shelf.
Hoping 𝓸ne day when our paths cross again.
We have 𝓿entured through enough stories.
And 𝓮volved to where it’s finally okay to release it.
𝓨earning to let everyone experience it.
So when that day finally c𝓸mes.
And when the world ask about yo𝓾.
I’ll hand them our book and let them journey into our stories. I hope they can recognize the 8 letters I had hard time saying to you.