" I often think of where you are and if you're happy. Are you in love? I hope she is gentle. I know you and I are the same in that way--we bruise a little more easily than most. You see, our souls were made in the same breath.

I know I'm running late--I'm sorry. Things haven't worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

Until then think of me, dream of me and I will do the same. One day I will learn your name, and I will write it somewhere on this page. And we will realize that we have known each other all along. "

― Lang Leav , The Universe of Us