Hands deftly peel-open a peach coloured envelope whose outside is stained by three crimson red fingerprints. And to the opener the fragrant that emanate from it fill the atmosphere with jabs of memories that stirs even a harden heart to a wail. But he reigns in the urge to give into tears despite himself.
I hope when you read this letter again we would have somehow had worked through the troublesome situation I have created for us. My heart has been heavy with guilt and merry with love for your coming during these past few months.