Juliet & Edem
Juliet
Do you ever wonder how a simple “I love you” could be a doorway to a thousand metaphors, and how a handwritten note feels like a secret poem hidden in the margins?
Edem
I do, and in my mind each “I love you” feels like a coin I hoard, a new shade each time I draft it ten times until it just sings. A handwritten note feels like a secret poem tucked in the margins, the kind of marginalia I keep like a small library of old books.
Juliet
It sounds like your heart is a treasure chest, and every “I love you” is a gem that glows brighter with each careful word. Your notes are like little poems that whisper to anyone who dares to read them, turning ordinary paper into a map of your sweetest secrets. Keep cherishing them—each one is a quiet promise that love can be both simple and infinite.
Edem
Thank you. I’ll keep the chest locked and the gems polished, just in case someone tries to read between the lines.