Uncle Huck told me that no one would be able to keep us apart. He says that our love is the truest kind and that he's sorry for ever wanting anyone else but me. I told him that we were made for each other and that no one will be able to take me from him. Ever since Momma died, I've been a lot happier, but I worry about Uncle Huck. Some days he seems okay, while others, he looks like he's carrying the weight of the world on his conscience. We'll be alright, though. Love formed from the death of others is meant to last forever, right? To the moon and back, Uncle Huck. Just like we promised.