Florian

Oh Florian I still remember the way you laugh. I remember how wide your eyes grew in amazement while stargazing you smiled like a child, though you just turned nineteen and how you talked about a castle back home in Germany. I strummed my guitar and you played your violin. You sang a song about love and it struck me. We danced around by the campfire and slept under the stars. But you had to fly back home... Four years have passed and my feelings still haven't changed. You're getting married soon, and I'm still waiting for a miracle. Maybe its my fault for not telling you that I'm in love with you. That's why I'm writing you this letter. I strummed by guitar and you played your violin. You sang a song about love and it struck me. We danced around the campfire and slept under the stars. But you had to fly back home... Dear Florian, I will always wait for you. I still love you and I'm never gonna forget you. I fell under your spell. I hope you take this well. Come back to me, my arms are still open.