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FEBRUARY, 14TH, 1893.
Dear, Violet:
As I pen this letter, my heart aches with the profound desire to be with you, to share every moment in your presence, and to bask in the warmth of your love. The garden where our romantic narrative commenced is a realm of fascination, and I deeply crave it.
Every day in your absence appears hollow. The recollections of our time in that garden serve as a perpetual reminder of your grin and the gleam in your gaze. I yearn for your mirth, your contact, and the sensation of our clasped hands.
The instants we've shared, our aspirations, and the love we've cultivated are the most cherished facets of my existence.
Our hearts remain eternally intertwined, and our love will perpetually illuminate our lives. Do you not concur?
I ardently await the day when destiny orchestrates our reunion, liberating us from the agony of separation.
With all my love and an eternity of longing,
HANS, E.
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FEBRUARY, 14TH, 1893.
Dear, Violet:
As I pen this letter, my heart aches with the profound desire to be with you, to share every moment in your presence, and to bask in the warmth of your love. The garden where our romantic narrative commenced is a realm of fascination, and I deeply crave it.
Every day in your absence appears hollow. The recollections of our time in that garden serve as a perpetual reminder of your grin and the gleam in your gaze. I yearn for your mirth, your contact, and the sensation of our clasped hands.
The instants we've shared, our aspirations, and the love we've cultivated are the most cherished facets of my existence.
Our hearts remain eternally intertwined, and our love will perpetually illuminate our lives. Do you not concur?
I ardently await the day when destiny orchestrates our reunion, liberating us from the agony of separation.
With all my love and an eternity of longing,
HANS, E.
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