I wiped the tears on the corner of my eyes with my upper arm after I put the paper in my purse and stood in line to wait to board the plane. I know that those memories aren't even as quite beautiful and deep as our twelve years of friendship. It still felt as a dream to me that our romantic feelings are mutual. Gladly, I've had enough time to process it while I'm on a flight and yet there will still be a lot more to discuss with my beloved one, once I head down to London. I already can imagine her face when she gets this. I'll give my all to wrap it up as beautifully as she did it with a caramel aroma letter.