Once upon a time in the chaotic realm of international politics, a most unlikely love story blossomed between two men who, by all reasonable accounts, should have despised each other. Instead, former President Donald J. Trump and Supreme Leader Kim Jong-un embarked on a journey of correspondence so sentimental, so poetic, that historians may one day compile their letters into a tragic Shakespearean play—or a rom-com, depending on your level of cynicism.

Yes, I am referring to what many have dubbed Kim Jong-un’s love letters. A collection of notes so dripping with affection that if you replaced words like “nuclear arsenal” with “roses” and “denuclearization” with “everlasting devotion,” you might mistake them for a Nicholas Sparks novel.

Let’s rewind. These two leaders, one ruling over a democratic superpower and the other an iron-fisted dictatorship, started out as enemies. Trump called Kim “Little Rocket Man,” while Kim retorted with “mentally deranged U.S. dotard” (which, let’s be honest, was the first time many Americans even encountered the word "dotard"). Tensions escalated, nuclear threats were exchanged, and the world collectively held its breath, unsure if World War III would start over a Twitter feud.

But then—like the plot twist in every great romance—they found common ground. Kim wrote Trump letters filled with words of admiration. Trump described them as “beautiful.” He even told a rally crowd, “We fell in love.” Never before had a U.S. president spoken about a dictator with such swooning reverence. George Washington may have crossed the Delaware, but he never crossed into Pyongyang with a heart full of butterflies.

What did these letters actually contain? While we may never get the full texts (unless they mysteriously show up in a box at Mar-a-Lago), we do know they included warm wishes, talk of great destinies, and vague promises of peace. At one point, Kim supposedly called Trump “Your Excellency,” which is exactly the kind of sweet talk that makes a reality TV star-turned-president blush.

Of course, like all great love stories, this one had its share of heartbreak. Despite the public declarations of affection, denuclearization never happened. The bromance faded, and both men moved on. Trump left the White House, Kim went back to his missile tests, and the world was left wondering—what could have been?

Perhaps, in another timeline, Trump and Kim ride off into the sunset together, hand-in-hand, ensuring world peace with nothing but their boundless mutual admiration. But alas, in our world, their love remains unfulfilled—forever a tale of what could have been.

Shakespeare had Romeo and Juliet. We have Trump and Kim.