December 27, 2015
Hi, you. A love letter now that you're almost here. I want you to know that I talk in my sleep, sometimes I sleepwalk, and it's okay, you don't have to worry. I would like to watch you sleep sometimes, I hope you'd let me. Did anybody ever tell you that to let someone watch over you while you sleep is a high form of trust? Oh, of course, nobody needs to tell you that because everyone knows so. But, I want you to remember this: We won't be perfect, but the stars above always will be, and that's enough.