Skywriters amazed him. He watched in awe as dash after dash appeared on the bright blue canvas.
S-O-M-E-O-N-E W-I-
Will. Has to be will.. Someone will... What? Three Ls now. Uh-oh. A typo. Huh.
S-O-M-E-O-N-E W-I-L-L L-O-V
Nope. Someone will love... I bet it's you, he thought. What else could it be?
He looked around, then looked back up.
SOMEONE WILL LOVE YOU
"Twenty five come and gone. Thirty, too. And now, thirty five," he said aloud. He glanced back up to see the letters fading.
"And so may be my chances," Standing, we slowly walked back toward his car.
