Dearest Maryana,
You know that feeling when the school holiday is so long we start missing even math class? Yeah, we've reached that point.
But while I was reading my novel full of dangerous heroes and stormy emotions, I remembered you. I remembered how your dream of a "complicated dream knight" evolved into: "My dream knight should be a Mafia man."
Yes, milady. You don't want just a complicated man—you want a man from a Mafia family, with absolute power, one enemy chasing him, and a heart that beats only for you.
I laughed imagining it:
He's chairing dangerous meetings over the phone, and you're asking him to bring you orange juice.
He carries a gun in his pocket but gets flustered when you ask him to confess his feelings.
He gives orders with mystery, but his texts to you are full of emojis.
You know what? Maybe it's not a bad idea. At least no one would ever dare to mess with you. And you'd have a love story more thrilling than all our school novels.
As for me, I still dream of writing my first novel about two girls in school dreaming of things bigger than themselves... and I'll make my heroine dream of a Mafia man too, because you're my inspiration.
So keep dreaming your romantic-criminal dream. And I promise you, when I become a famous writer, I'll dedicate my first copy to you titled: "My Mafia Boss Boyfriend."
With all my love and laughter,
Your friend who knows your dreams are hotter than any novel.
