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Dear Melissa,

Recalling the chatters we had on love letters, I have been thinking of writing one to you, but it is not easy for me because I worry how you would read this letter.

Every time when we chat on whatsapp and facebook, I feel like speaking a foreign language - Emojis and short sentences employed to continue the conversation, conceal the truthful intent yet hoping that they would earn your swift reply. You cannot imagine the happiness your words would bring to me, be it whatever, whenever, wherever, however.

I am attracted to you, and my heart grows fond of you as time goes by. Drawn not only to your beauty, but also your humble and persistent effort in pursuing what your heart desires, the width of your horizon having lived and spoken of many countries' cultures, it all fascinates me.

To me you are a dream, Greek sculpture craved out of the finest pearl, silver and ivory, Pygmalion's ideals coming to life. I desire you be a part of my life, and shall dream to be a part of your life too.

In our conversation you would often show caution and doubts over your past relationship, and it is not my wish to tarnish thy memory. Rather, I am fearful that my confession would trouble your mind, since you are still uncertain of the things in your life at this very moment. I would only hope to accompany you in your worry times, just being there next you, letting you know that someone is always around.

That would be all I hope for, and my heart desires nothing more.

Yours,

Andrew