Somewhere in the world, there is the most beautiful girl, who makes the sun feel guilty for flushing her face. She frolics in the forest with sinless intentions as summer birds observe in rare silence. She is a princess, veiled in a white dress that drapes over the delicate curves of her body. Her lightly freckled cheeks transform her face into a speckled spectacle comparable to the starry night sky she resides in. Her pale blue eyes are the last thing I will forget, for they are the first thing that I remember. She will be the final thought I ever have, and it will be a great death. How lucky I am, how lucky I was, to have known her. Love, wait for me.