Dear George,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
Your romance.
Your emotion.
Your...perfectness.
I've been basking in memories of our time spent together within the last few years, and I'm sad to see it lessening.
Maybe I'm dying to see you because I'm getting married soon...you know, just taking one last look of loves past. But, I can't but help thinking our story ends here. Maybe that's wrong of me, maybe it's hopefully and naive...but I don't mind being those things. If anything--you taught them to me.
There's something about you that I just can't give up on.
There's something about you that others just don't have. Maybe it's your honesty. Maybe it's your truthfulness. Maybe it's ? 
As you once said, everything is fate. So, I'll leave it up to that. If we're meant to see each other once more we will--if not, then I guess I'll live in memories of the past. But I surely hope once more.

Until then I'll think of seeing you in a field of flowers.

Baskingly Yours,
NicholleLee