On the beach

Dear babe,

On the sandy beach of probables. I seek to see how we can become one.

I none that says otherwise.

I think this is meant to be.

You and me, together forever.

There are billions of grains of sand though.

If you pick me.

I guess I ALREADY PICKED YOU. Silly me.

If you change your mind. I will understand.

There are still billions of grains of sand.

None looks better than you if I may say.

Ps from babe