Letter 45

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Dear Ardere,

I am hopeless, hopeless romantic. I can't help but imagine scenarios of our life together. How wonderful it will be to have the honours of being your suitor. I imagine our lives together and jump around in excitement.

The moments where I explain every word written in these letters, the moments where I open the doors of my mind to show you each and every corner filled with you often crowd my mind. How I will fall when you say yes to the question makes me anxious.

But the bad isn't far away. The fear follows me like a lingering ghost. It has its hands rested on my shoulder, ready to turn me into a roast.

I fight, and fight, to get on my way to you. You are an inch away now, but I am too anxious to reach you.

Yours,
Asura

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