It was clear that evening, when the wind suddenly picked up and swept a letter into the tree branch outside of the room on the second floor. A teenage boy looked up from over his laptop, spying the letter neatly tucked away. He got up from his seat and walked swiftly to the window, lest it be blown away before he could reach it. Opening the window, he climbed up on the ledge and snatched the letter, returning safely inside.

Upon reading the letter, he got to a table and started to write.

“Good evening my Angel,

Do the stars miss you dearly when they depart each morning? Does the moon yearn for your gaze as much as I do? How is it there in heaven? What possessed you to write such a letter for a wretched soul? Perhaps I am not the one meant for your adoration, my sweet; please forgive me if you receive this letter to discover that it was sent to the wrong address. I’m afraid  that... my handwriting is abysmal, please forgive me if you cannot read this. Are you certain that this letter was meant for me?

Love at first sight... since when do thine eyes govern over thy heart?  I am certain that we were made for each other the very moment we were born, our destiny written in the stars. So rely not on sight or hearing, but follow your very heart and soul. Perhaps one day, it would lead you to me. Nothing pleases me more than to finally hold you in my arms. I fear for the worst, however, for I am not the shining knight you deserve. This does not mean I will not do my best for you. I will devote myself entirely to you, my heart, mind, body, and soul. I will protect you with all of myself and watch over you while you dream. Fear not your worries in life or troubles which burden you for I will carry your load. There will come a time when you will be angered by me. I will not raise my voice to you and I hope that you can forgive me for my past sins and future mistakes.

As for coffee, I personally prefer tea, and I would take you somewhere that is worthy of your presence, perhaps a café or a classy restaurant. Then perhaps a stroll in the park, we can lie amongst the flowers and gaze up at the stars, which were placed in the heavens only for you. Until it is time for you to descend into my life from the heavens...please take care, my sweet angel. Be safe until I can protect you with my
heart.

Yours Truly,
An admirer of the beloved”

He took the letter and ran outside, dawn was approaching, her ray pinkening the indigo sky. Using all of his might, he pitched the letter high into the air, allowing the draft to carry it away.