I see fireworks, you don't. Will you let me know if I'm seeing things?
You see just another stack of paper. I see a potentially beautiful book. I guess I am seeing things.
Bigger, clearer, more beautiful than you can.
Maybe you'll see it in other things, maybe not now, or not with me.
And that's okay.
We can look towards other things and move away from each other towards things that are beautiful to us.
Maybe you'll look back to this and think, well that was something beautiful I couldn't appreciate at the time. Or maybe the beauty you'll hold then will make you forget everything else. Either way, it was something for me and I'll remember it. A whole book of it.
