My dearest nymph,
I have always accounted you as my inspiration. You never knew me at all, except maybe in the name of 'Ian'. Yes, I was the one who gave you those roses when you and your fiancé instantly broke up - remember the pink roses on your balcony?
My lovely nymph, he promised you the valleys, fields, the mountains. He tried to give you a bed of roses, in a lovely gown and fair lined slippers. That's too much - if someone could not be possibly overwhelmed. But did he succeed? Not to disparage your ex, but doing such an awful horror is not to be practiced under my observations. Such colossal mistake on you I cannot take. I will not let you suffer; moreover, offer you all what I can give. I am not perfect; nevertheless my dear, who is?
Heed my advice, put him aside. I know it will take time - you loved him so much that it ached, am I right? But if you would just give me that special space in your heart I have always wanted to stay in, if you would just! Then I guess that's the point of no return. That's the time when I am to work on your affection.
I am an avid fan of your life. You sing. You dance so gracefully. I swear even when dusk has to come, I won't ever impede myself from being impressed. And by that moment I will still be very vocal until you almost get irritated by my voice that just repetitively said one thing in common; you are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
Perhaps in the future, when we are old enough, I foresaw tempests will come and separate us. If ever tempests come, you just wait. In the interim, hold a picture of us and reminisce all that has been memorable. By the time your done, you'll glimpse on me by the edge of that picture, smiling at you before a sunset scene. This I promise you, my words will turn into acts.
Although my pocket has worn no cash, and that my hands are full of grease instead of glittering gold, my mind is full of you and no other woman. My heart shouts your name and not any other's.
Can you see us getting married? Because I do not care about that anymore. Since after we're married is a more important thing; and I want us to live in a very quiet place along the seashore - although it is elevated. I do not pretend to be a hopeless romantic, it just so happened that my heart outpours in extravagant joy each time I see you. We will dance with our sons and daughters that learned only the good. We will live in somewhat paradise, only we have to live with an end.
Our youth will never last, why, tomorrow or next decade I might get white hair already, and who knows maybe death would come so fast. But until then, I promise you, we're going to be the happiest couple you're ever going to imagine. We will... be... in its own way, happy.
That's all I can promise you, my nymph. I love you, and it will mark us forever. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I will never stop loving you.
Ian