"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

How are you? I hope that you are fine.
As I mentioned to you in the previous letter, many years of absence stood against my desire to be with you.
Things came suddenly and without expectations. You have been my hope and you have created in me a new zest for confidence and drive. I have convinced myself that all things I would achieve came from your behalf. What made a person or any human being in the earth stretch himself and pour the sweat of his toil if in his path there would not have been a beautiful and lovely woman like you?
I could not deny the fact that my future plans were in the approval of deserving your happiness and satisfying yourself.
I imagined you the woman my heart would love and that I poured at her feet my strong affection. The woman, – to whom I could be a true friend and a sincere lover.
What made a person who loves extremely a girl and to whom he was not remorsefully recalling for pardon because he expressed his feeling towards her impulsively, if there would not have been those futile traditions of societies and the blind conformance of people to the earthly sacred customs?
At this moment writing to you this letter, I was not only but a true lover who could not let you reside in a majestic mansion and in a great palace but in a hovel and who could not imprison you by his love in a golden cage but in a rusted one.
I was the most generous man to you by his affection and flowing emotions while I was the stingiest man by the emptiness of his pockets.
Love and money is an unfitted combination. Love is that sacred feeling that comes upon our hearts to fill our soul with happiness and ecstasy. Love is that notion which bewildered writers, historians and humans. Love is the awakening from the slumber to the consciousness. It is the deliverance from the recklessness to the thoughtfulness. It is the unlimited flight in the spacious sky of freedom and dreams, of hope and ambition without the desirous wings but with our imagination and our minds and without our solitude and separation but with our companionship and inclusion.
Money is the magical power. It is the strength to adjust any sensation to any heart in a way sublime and extraordinary. It is the tool to dominate others and gain their love in the most usual case. That money may blind the eyes and deafen the ears of one lover. It is the treasure that made the eyes of a poor lover who grew in penury tearful and dashed his dreams. It is the root of his entire problem. It made him little while he was a giant by his heart and he was like the sea superficial from the outer and deep in the inner.
What made the wolf disguised in a lambskin if not money? What made the silliest to gain the prettiest if not money? What made the ugliest to win the most beautiful if not money?
What prevent me to be closer to you if not those empty pockets?
This abject poverty has always crushed the hope to gain you but it has made my love to you more and more powerful.
The need has been always a stimulus to buckle down and stretch oneself in order to accomplish something vigorously. If that mission is accomplished an end will always wait us. This is the case of my love to you. It started with life and ended up with death. It has been inflamed under the paws of poverty and its darkness and extinguished with luxury and richness. Would you agree with me if I was to say that money is everything in life? Would you be in accord with me if I was to claim that hearts might obey and persons might bow reverently to this magical power?
Look at those big and prestigious mansions. Behind their walls and under their high ceilings, the most beautiful women in the world reside. I didn’t care about the way they were living. Were they happy with their husbands or were they deserted and exiled like the empty wine bottle left by a drunkard?
Tomorrow, you might be with the man who submitted to the logic of the world and under the divine law he will be allowed to rejoice your sweetness and your spiritual beauty. You will be like the halo which enlightens his eyes and the torch which lights up his gloomy path. You will be more than that…
Under a sacred union, you will go on upon a new stage of another life and this man who stood behind his pen and who poured his ink upon his empty pages would continue his life and renew the remnant of his strength under the umbrella of memories and reminiscences.
The girls like you were very few. They were counted by the finger-tips. You have been targeted by many who wished your association and dreamt about your communion.
Answer me the following question: “Has the poor and deprived man the right to love a beautiful and distinguished girl like you?”
Sincerely, yours