Where the sky ripples and the stars twinkle, I hope you’ll be with me. Where the stone towers rise and the desert floor cracks, I hope you’ll be with me. Your hand, so soft, wrapped tightly around mine. Though your breath sends white clouds spiraling into the crisp midnight air you would sing, a gentle, silly love song that’ll bring a smile to my tired face. It will be your eyes, as it always was, that fiery stare that tears me apart yet puts me back together. I’ll grow old with you, hold you close, bundle you up in winter and bathe with you in the oasis when the trees grow green again. Don’t leave the desert, Donna, as empty as it may seem. For with you by my side, it never is. Your love, Fredrick.
(EXTRACT FROM SELF-WRITTEN NOVEL, TITLED LITTLE NAVIGATOR)