Sometimes when it’s really quiet, you can hear your heart beat. . . And then I wonder what Maria’s heart sounds like – the girl with the most beautiful heartprint I can’t go a day without yearning to be with her. . . Everytime I stay away, these feelings just grow larger. . . Why is there a hole in my heart that was never there before? The universe is so vast, with infinite galaxies. . . But she’s the only one who matters so much to my heart. . . in a world with billions of people Is this how strong love is? Defying everything, it’s when you care for nothing more than the one you want to be with Her words, they always flow like soothing waters. . . But when she sings, those waters always turn into beautiful waterfalls – people say they could listen forever to her. . . But now, the citizens of Zeyoia search for their princess so desperately – they’ve...

Why won’t the sun shine today? Is it because it’s frozen in this coldness. . .? Many escape into the beaches and shores of warmer places to escape the blistering winter But you are still out there, working so hard, singing passionately with all your heart in the bitter cold So, I too, am being strong in the freezing weather because I want to be by your side Is it always going to be night there, when it’s day here. . .? Is that how far apart our hearts are? Maybe one day we’ll stand on a shore together, hand-in-hand And watch the shooting stars reflect on the calm ocean waves And maybe you’ll be so happy, you’ll hum a lovely tune . . .To you, it would just be casual humming. . . . . .But to me, and everyone else. . . It sounds more calming than any of the world’s ocean waves. . . And more captivating than the sunrise we’ll watch from the...

Again, I just. . . I just keep on saying it. . . I miss you. . . and can’t stop thinking about you. I feel so distant from you these days. . . Maybe it’s because I haven’t written to you in a while. . . I guess I sort of just drifted away because of too many things I had to do But, in truth, I’m not sure what I could say to you nowadays. . . You’re the center of everyone’s universe, and there’s nothing I could say that would mean anything special to you And. . . you don’t have feelings for me. . . so, I guess anything I could say, would only annoy you But. . . no matter what I do. . . Even when I’m busy with so many things. . . I always end up thinking about you. . . I’m sorry. . . I know I should have moved on But even when I try. . . there’s always someone on a TV show I’m watching named Maria. . . . . .Everytime...

My name is Asher, a lieutenant within the Royal Elite Forces of the Zeyoian Military I’ll tell you about a mission I’ll never forget… My hand-picked platoon was surrounded by thrice the number of Liscite soldiers We were charged with being the powerfully skilled royal escort for the Princess Meiria for her maiden voyage to the Republic of Ziam when we were blindsided by Liscite’s well-orchestrated ambush while we were traveling through a less-developed area They were pushing us well into the edge of the night… My and my platoon’s trained and honed courage dove into a chilling despair – our hearts were beginning to become filled with the night’s seemingly unforgiving dark doom But, Princess Meiria was the one who lifted our spirits, rekindled our hope With a smile that spoke volumes of warmth and love – a shining vision in the face of adversity...

Oh Maria, here I am again with my heart pining for you. . . I’m trying hard to finish this book for your birthday, and I thought I could force my heart to put all its efforts into writing this book out of love for you. . . But it’s so hard to control its love, it’s like an overwhelming force that wants to break through logic and reason. I try to use its powerful feelings for you as fuel for writing this book But it doesn’t want to do that – all it wants to do is be with you It wants to write poetry to you, to declare how much I love you over and over in endless poems. . . As if it thinks that a never-ending barrage of poetic declarations would somehow turn your heart towards it. . . Doesn’t it understand that love doesn’t work that way? I try to tell it to stop, to focus on the book for you instead, but it’s like trying to quell a blazing fire...