Silly, of course it's going to last forever. Love is immortal, in every life hereafter.
I miss your writing, it's so full of every emotion. I'm glad I caught this piece, and although you don't know it, from afar I'm still happy for you.
I miss you, but you've probably heard I'm unstable and dangerous, and you don't want the weird looks I get.
Damn, I could go on forever. I can't speak worth anything, but reading about love as still a beautiful and innocent thing makes me all... wonderful inside.
I know you barely know me, and you don't really give a shit about what I have to say, but it's amazing; you two. You look perfect together; that's rare, but at the same time... brilliant.
True bliss can only be shared with someone else, and this shows it. You need a happy medium, of course.
Lovely. Just lovely.
Lay in a field somewhere, and lose yourself. That's what James and I did, and it was... like all of the world collapsed around you, and there was nothing more than green and blue, and clouds, and cows behind the fence. It's magical, if that's the word. You'll realize it, promise.