Letter Four
Dear Ereadura,
My late grandfather once told me, he who finds a good woman, has found a rare jewel. And he should always do his best to keep her, because good women are rare to find. You are the rare jewel. You are the virtuous woman. Do you know why my Love? Because you are all that I have been lacking in my life. You are my breakthrough. You are the light. You are the beauty of my life. You are everything a man could wish for. I can’t even compare you my love. You are incomparable. You are superlative.
Should a day come, when I never think of you, then let that day be cursed. Should a moment come when I love you no more, then I pray that moment be cursed into the pits of hell. For you my Love, I shall be.
I love you.
