Dear Sir,
I have received your last letter with gratitude. However I cannot help but detect an ever-growing coldness in your words which pains me so. I hope this parcel finds you well, even though you never seem to share with me any of your qualms, which makes me question why I still bother to ask. I am well aware that my last correspondence to you was hardly mild, but it happened to be a mere reflection of the way I have been interpreting you for the last little while. It has been over a month now that I have not seen your face nor have I heard the clearness of your voice resonating within the café. I know it is difficult for you to make your way here, yet the constantly expanding void created in your absence causes me much apprehension. I never asked much from you and I have grown weary of quarrelling. If you could at least send forth a note bearing words of kindness as you have done so once upon a time, I would be forever grateful to you. Do forgive me for my display of emotional weakness. I hope to set eyes on you again before the trees start to go bare.
Je t’embrasse,
Your Lady
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