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My dearest Jiseon,
I shall be returning in the Spring. Please await my arrival darling. I miss you so dearly. How I have yearned to hear your laugh, to feel your tender touch and embrace you within the warmth of my arms. I must confess, my heart weeps with the cruel absence of your presence.
I have dreamt these days away, like a prisoner in a dungeon. I long for your kisses, your embrace, your gentle touch. Time moves so slowly, but when I imagine you, I feel like I've aged a decade. I apologise if I look like an old woman when we reunite.
My husband and I are having issues. We've never seen eye to eye, to be frank. He's so cold, distant. He never treats me well. I always think of you. You make me happier than he does. I know I shouldn't feel like this because God said it is wrong, but I don't know if I can hold on for much longer. What did I do to deserve this? Is it because I do not worship enough? It has to be. He found my diary where I have written on many occasions how I long to be with you. He took me to church to atone, but my sinful thoughts of you prevail.
Some nights I dream of touching you. When my husband touches me in bed I long for you, my dear Jiseon. The smell of your hair, the taste of your lips on mine. Your skin is so supple, and I want to feel the warmth of your breath like a flower basking in sunlight.
Oh, how I long to be that vampiric girl you fantasise of. Carmilla was her name, correct?
I shall leave you with an excerpt from my favourite poet;
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being ideal and grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for the right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Sincerely and entirely yours, Minhee Lee.