prologue.

 hello you.

i write this approximately 10 months before you are reading it. 

this is a collection of stories that roamed in my head when i thought of you. 

if it would be a book it'd have ' l'histoire d'une étoile et d'une lune ' on top in soft white letters. 

i've not written stories in a long time. do find it in your heart to forgive me if i'm a little rusty. 

a token of affection for my realist. (for optimists if their arm gets bitten off by an alligator says 'oh boy, half priced manicures for life' whereas she would say 'ah my arm')

read slow. steady. gently.

                                             to you - the brightest star in my sky.

 ( happy 12th )

you're my :)