November 5, 2017
Dear Mary,
It’s not at all fair to express my thoughts in such write-ups. Being a man of words, I can keep on writing forever and still it won’t justify the happiness bottled inside me. That evening is the best evening of my life. Talking to you is like flying in the air, above the fluffy clouds. It has the power to fuel life in dead souls. It’s a careful balance between dream and reality. Ever since I met you, I can’t think of more beautiful moment to live. All I crave for is a glimpse of you.
Yours always,
Peter