I don't know whether he still remembers me or not. I don'

I don't know whether he still remembers me or not. I don't know if, every night, he still looks at his birthday gift, just as he once promised me he would. And I will never know whether I am still his one and only Golden Brown, or if he is now admiring the golden-brown eyes of someone else.

But my dearest knight, know this: you were, and always will be, my one and only knight. And I will remember you for the rest of my life, my dear.🤍