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Dear Miss Salvador: Don't test my patience. I gave you freedom to open up to me, I gave you freedom to lay bare in exchange of the wealth and attention I am giving you. Isn't that enough? Should I also give you myself for you to be satisfied, you ungrateful bitch? I am not the man for you. You are too pure, too sunny, too good, too loving, too self-sacrificing, too beautiful to be with a man like me. We are exact opposites. I don't even know who Bronte is. I will never say sorry. It's better that you hate me than you love someone as worthless as me. Forget the money. As a man, I am a douchebag. Do you seriously want to be married to a douchebag? Won't you regret that for the rest of your life? I AM NOT THE MAN FOR YOU, Miss Salvador. And never will be. Without apologies, C. M. Gozon

Sir: I am to confess that I am entirely to blame of the situation. All I ever wanted in my life is to be honest. You gave me that opportunity a year ago when you asked of me to write to you and without any discrimination or ill-will, or so you seem you don't. You gave me voice, without a sound, but you gave me voice. And this past year was the past year I am most fortunate of. I hated to think that this will be my last letter, for I will be crossing lines. I hope you accept my apologies. Sir, all, in the world, that I ever wanted is to love. But, sir, you don't know how it is to fall in love. You're a tempest, a parable: stealing by night and gone by day - a destruction on times of weakness. You, sir, are the most abusive, condescending, wild, nonsensical, bizarre, and incomprehensible being I have ever met, and to further the damage, you are stupid. All you see was your own stupidity in contrast to my own vanity. But, sir, you don't know how it is to fall in love. Unfortunately, I've forgotten how to, either.