Write letters to me, I keep them all in a small wooden box that smells like Daffodils and it's always hidden under the bed. Whenever I'm sad your words cheer me up. Touching that page which holds your handwriting feels like home. It's beautiful when I lecture them all under the sunlight, on the grass. Can you imagine it aswell? The scent of flowers, birds chirping, a windy day but yet warm outside. Oh, isn't it so beautiful?