He retrieves one of the pages from the wastebasket and smooths it out.
Beloved Claudius. Shen Yuan said if I try to write about how you're beautiful, it won't sound right, because it's impossible to make any words live up to what you're really like. He said I should write about how your beauty makes me feel. It makes me feel speechless. If I could take a picture of you every day or draw you whenever I wanted to I still wouldn't be able to look at you enough. Every time I see you I want to kiss you. I want to kiss every part of you. I want too much of you, like a flood covering the earth. I think living with you is what a miracle must feel like.
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Beloved Claudius. Shen Yuan said if I try to write about how you're beautiful, it won't sound right, because it's impossible to make any words live up to what you're really like. He said I should write about how your beauty makes me feel. It makes me feel speechless. If I could take a picture of you every day or draw you whenever I wanted to I still wouldn't be able to look at you enough. Every time I see you I want to kiss you. I want to kiss every part of you. I want too much of you,
like a flood covering the earth. I think living with you is what a miracle must feel like.