In an unused room in the oldest building in the area, an enormous amount of books and other documents were placed in a dusty corner. Once a month this old and forgotten room will be cleaned, and today was one of those days.
An old man was assigned to clean this area, he usually frowned when the cleaning day arrived.
"These books are not necessary. Those important books were already transferred into the new library. Why do they make me clean this dusty place every month?" He said grumpily as he unwilling wiped the cover of a very old book.
Fortunately, his phone rang signaling the end of his work. He could finally go home.
The old man hurriedly shoved the old book back into the shelf and went out the room. He didn't notice a small piece of paper fell out from the book. This piece of paper was a handwritten note. The ink has mostly faded away due to time. However, if only someone can read it, they would see this note, which seemingly looked irrelevant, contained deep pain and an eternal promise of love:
The first time I met you was indeed unusual, if not surreal. There I was, thinking destiny completely made me foe. I was strong and powerful, lonely and deprived. Deprived of love and happiness which seemed to surround me, but never anchored unto me. I was becoming desperate and depressed.
That was until you found me.
But fate decreed that I'll lose the one mattered most. To find you just to lose you, can something be more twisted? I saw your loving smile slowly shattered and became one with the wind. And this, you ignite the fire in my soul. There was nothing that could dull my pain. In this life, I lost you.
But, my soul will not wither, and the fire you ignite will not falter. I will keep it burning until the day I find you again,
My sweet mate.
