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If this pen did not touch paper and perhaps had other plans, I’m sure it would grow wings. It would fly across the globe to you and remind you of all the beautiful things ahead. This forest green ink pen would scribble “Loverboy” across your forehead and dud you my Prince Charming. Instead of drawing a valuable watch on your wrist, it would doodle “what are you waiting for?”- you did always check the time. This pend would draw a dotted line across the globe, all the way form you to me, so that you’d never get lost. You would always know the way. I would always know the way to happiness.

If this paper did not read ink, I’m sure it would fold in fours. It would crinkle and squirm until it was a perfect oragami love dove for you. Ontop of tables and underneath, it would dance all night and all day; just for you- all for you. This striped pink paper would create an invisible coded language just for the two of us to read- only you and I would be able to comprehend, to fully understand.

But this is no fairy tale. This pen will stay the same. This paper will stay the same.

But we will not.

Just like flowers we will grow-

Beautiful, and if we’re lucky- together.