And darling, worry not about the past they are pages passed. I am yours today and yours tomorrow, so long as you’ll have me, I am yours.
You need not give a mere thought to what may have come before, for you are more important and more grand than any passed chapters or verses. You are a poem, a novel and a song to last me till the end of my days. You write everything anew and so, I answer you, no I have not been notebooked before.
Nor would it matter if I had been. Because it’s you.