By far, nobody has ever managed to outcarve (read: newly coined) the initials consolidated on that tree.
You got the award for the most heart shapes received from YT.
You received a cornucopia of nicknames from YT that it can be made into a dictionary for the public's referrence.
You have a book and a song written for you by YT, each and every page dedicated to you. A description of every iota of feeling YT felt (maybe still feeling), each and every single hour of every single day; a desperate attempt to make YT's love to you eternal. Evidently, trying to follow suit Shakespeare's courageous and noble attempt; an attempt failed.
Poems with your names, short untold stories stashed in a vault hoping to be retrieved (and still hoping to be) one fine day.
If that didn't prove how much you mean(t) to YT, she doesn't know what else she could do to portray her love towards you.
Wish you were here and not there,
YT.
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