To the most beautiful girl in the world aka Holland Roden, I've looked up the word "love" in the dictionary more times than I can count, as if knowing the exact definition would somehow make it simpler to figure out how a girl meets a boy and changes his world completely. How she turns it on its axis and makes him think things he never would have considered in a former life. The word love just feels inadequate, definitely not equal to and most certainly less than, an intangible sentiment that could be encompassed by the infernal symbol they make us learn in maths. It feels trite and pale against the sheer magnitude of the everything and all. I tell you that I love you and it feels like not enough, I wish for more. I live my today for everything that tomorrow brings with you. I was not entirely a sentimental sort, but I do believe you were made for me, Holland, and I hope, more than anything, to continue to be the sort of man that deserves you and gets to keep you. Because in a world where I have yet to find what fits better, this will have to do. I absolutely, completely and unequivocally love you.