M.L. & Miguel- Next Letter

My loyal Friend,

How dear you are to me! Upon my word, I was most pleased to hear your happy accounts on such a day- every moment sounded lovely- written in your usual gentle, curious way. I do hope dearly that the new granddaughter is healthy; for, how sweet of the grandfather to share his joy with you. Oh, but lest I not run past the curious ducks you described. They must have proven delightful to your eyes. I am yet still failing to configure my imagination in perfect form to really capture the image upon my brain; but, I trust their beauty emanating from your words. Now I am compelled to enter upon my account to you of the latest news involving Adaire. Where shall I begin? Well, as promised in my last letter, the following will afford a few details. The evening of my last letter to you, my dear, I entertained Adaire with a romantic comedic movie before taking her to our town’s quaint bar/coffee shop to enjoy some intimate conversation. There resides a cozy, relaxing atmosphere throughout the old shop, which satisfies my disposition with pleasure. We each drank a glass of wine while sharing a piece of citrus cheesecake. Her smile, her eyes, her hair glowed in the dim light: she looked so beautiful. I was captured. And since that lovely evening my mind has returned to her in thought ever so frequently. How can particular attractions pull with such strength? Forever shall I love you for the deep honesty you give, whether favorable or not; for, I must admit I feel truth in your impression of Adaire while my heart and mind illogically forgive all away, leaving only desire. Your insight into my romantic interests remains incredible; and I remain in admiration of you in the best way. If only my poor and weak heart could prevail in listening every time: I seem to be falling with reason unable to interfere. I trust my dearest loyal friend, you will keep in confidence with you these thoughts I pour out only to you. For, whatever would I do without you too? Adaire shall take leave of my town soon enough and I confess that I fear the result. I have, since my previous letter, employed much of my time in her company; and every moment is beautiful. Just to hold her smooth hand within mine brings my face to a smile so wide as to show the weakness of me in her presence like any normal man smitten with a gorgeous woman supplying her attentions upon him. Oh, I must close now. I must. Upon my letter’s end, I pray you enjoy yet another beautiful day as you enjoyed upon writing me last. Your joy is forever beautiful to me.

Your True Friend,

Miguel