and I know I'm not good at a lot of things. I can't promise you the
world or the stars and I definitely can't promise you I'll love you
with my whole heart - because I need some space for me, too.
I won't be able to go to Jupiter for you and don't expect me to
compose love ballads for you every night. I'm not that kind of girl.

but what I can promise you is that you're the only one I write about,
even before I met you and when I learnt to write I swear, my first
word was your name. you were fated to be the words on my paper -
**doesn't that count for something?