An extremely formal update.
I have once more found my love for classical music. Especially those works by Tchaikovsky and Pachebel.
There is something extremely romantic about this sort of music...and fills me with the want of living in the era where true art through the form of music thrived. Where men offered their hands to ladies for a dance and ballrooms were used for exquisite masquerades. A time when romance thrived and a princess was any woman swept off of her feet by a man she could call her prince.
Speaking of being swept away...
At this time, my lips can only whisper words of my love for you.
Updating with something meaningful about my life [other than you] is futile. The words that spill across the page will only be those you have heard many times before, and nothing your beautiful eyes will glance upon for some time.
I love you.
Yours,
Catherine.