Dear Future
Dear Ryan,
Life is the sun rising for the new day and the oxygen that fills your lungs.
It makes me wonder about the kind of person you will become.
There is no limit the clouds nor skies can hold
The possibilities are like the universe,
So unknown yet diverse,
But you'll be in control.
Dream big and dream far
Then aim for the stars.
Love,
Yasmine
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