Dear Spiszy,
It is with bittersweet tears in my eyes that I write this message to you, the author of my favorite book.
Books, novels in particular, have been everything to me since childhood. My stronghold, my entertainer and as a bonafide introvert that I am, it has also been my dearest companion.
Officially, I joined Wattpad four years ago but I actually used to use my aunt's phone to access every book app I can find long before. And on my very first day, there it was... the book I could never forget, An Impossible Deception.
The first four chapters of your work blew my small mind as a child and I longed for the day I would get my own phone and would be able to afford your book.
Finally, after using all my bonus coins on the next few chapters, I'm here, able and willing to pay for your excellent words but I can't. Unfortunately, as a Nigerian, I can't pay for it, not from Nigeria.
Words cannot express my disappointment, my sadness... I am pained. I have no grand words to express my love for your work but I just hope you know that even if I can't read your novel like I want to, even if I can't savor every words that travels across the page l long to, An Impossible Deception still remains and will always remain, my favorite novel.
Perhaps I might be just one of the many to express myself like this, perhaps you might've heard these words before, or perhaps you might not even read my message... I just hope that, one day, I might be blessed with the privilege of reading your book.
Thank you for existing.
