Book: Letter to the Faith

You came into my life - not as come to visit (you know, "his hat"), and come to this Kingdom where all the rivers have waited for your reflection, all the roads of your steps. Fate wanted to correct its mistake - as if she asked me for forgiveness for all its previous deceptions. How can I leave you, my story, my sun? You see, if I were less like you, then I would have to leave. And so - just makes no sense. And die I do not want. There are two kind of "come what may". Weak-willed and strong-willed. Forgive me - but I live the second.

Did you know that you are my happiness? You are all created from small Lancet movements - I love every one of them. Did you think someday about how it's weird how easily our lives came together? It's probably God, bored in heaven, came the solitaire, which comes out not often. I love you and your wonderful intelligence, as if your soul has in advance prepared a place for each of my thoughts.

Kiss you, my love, deeply, to faint, waiting for letters, I love you, moving carefully so as not to break you, ringing in me, so crystal, so entrancing...

... I swear on everything I hold dear, everything I believe, I swear that I love you, I never had love, - with such tenderness - to the point of tears - with such a sense of radiance.