Dear diary
It was a moonlit midsummers eve, as Benjarmin and I sat out from the West gate of Bree, heading in direction towards the Starmere lake for a romantic picnic under the stars, a gentle warm breeze from the south carried the smell of newly mown hay in the horse fields. One can wonder why its called Starmere lake, we should find out later as the stars came out one by one as the hour grew late. My sweet Breelander made a camp fire and our picnic then turned to a camping trip it felt like, in the backpack was our food, food which we heated over the campfire and a small skin with lovingly red wine, red as blood it was. As the stars came out we could see why it was called Starmere lake, from the reflections of the stars in the calm water.
He turned to look at me and I looked at him, the fire reflecting in his eyes as it was reflecting in mine too and his eyes caught me and fixed themselves into mine there as they did a long time ago when I fell in love with him as I yet again was surrounded by his love and tenderness as he massaged my soar back and I knew yet again there under the stars that he had stolen my heart a long time ago at our first meeting and my heart will be his until our days come to an end.
I love you so my sweet Breelander, my husband who I will never leave, yours forever Benjarmin, as you will be mine forever.
