With a match in my left hand and the match box in my right, I look down at my love. To think we're only a world apart pains me, but soon, she will be with me. Together, forever.

I strike the match against the box's edge, but it doesn't light. I can see her body tremble, she's afraid, yet she shouldn't be. She knows our love is eternal.

I strike the match again, and it lights. I toss the match onto her, I watch as the fire grows before embracing her in its grasp.

I'll see you soon,

my love.