But it's not for the world to see.
I wrote you a letter, in our shabby apartment in the heart of Camden, adorned by the unassuming story of you and me. You, and me, and the infinite number of words I had to write before I found you, before I found this, us. You, and me, meticulously woven to a dream catcher I still haven't bought.
I wrote you a letter, in our shabby apartment in the heart of Camden, adorned by the unassuming story of you and me. You, and me, and the infinite number of words I had to write before I found you, before I found this, us. You, and me, meticulously woven to a dream catcher I still haven't bought.