M.L. & Miguel- Next Letter

Dear Miguel,

Reality is sending my dear cousin back home in two days, putting an end to another wonderful summer accompanied by her; yet, fantasy tells me that she is now in love! How beautifully you write their story full of thought and care despite the pain residing within your own reality. My dear Miguel, your kindness is forever so great; I am saddened when it only produces hurt in return. Poor Adaire has received more than she deserves in your affections upon her; and it is unknown to me whether she is aware of this or not; but, I cannot cast any favor toward her in my eyes for her actions upon my dearest friend. Write me as often as you are in need of; for, my heart is forever here to listen and guard your tender feelings as my own. I must also send my encouragement your way: from such a length of time as we have known one another, I have every confidence that your beautiful and quiet strength shall once again reward you with peace. It is quite admired by your loyal friend. This time you must walk through at present may be filled with pain, but I know that you will persevere as you always have. Yet, I shall continue wishing to be there at your side with love to take some of the pain from your beautiful heart. There is one idea that I know will find a smile spreading across your face despite Adaire and it is my hope I assume correctly on such count. For, I encountered one of the stranger things to date just yesterday and my curiosity has stayed busy with questions ever since. Bored and being the boys they are, my brother and Zachary spent the afternoon watching television: the program showed a race, but this was no ordinary race. Yes, it involved vehicles speeding around a dirt track, but these vehicles were required to pull a trailer of any kind in order to participate. I caught glimpse of the victory lap made by a white van with plenty of graffiti and dents upon it pulling a small trailer with flat tires, which looked like it had begun the race a might bigger than it ended it as. Their dirt track was littered with broken-down vehicles and trailers, some even blocking the path. Fortunately, the two boys enjoyed it immensely, but I was left to wonderment. First, why? My answer is that they obviously have fun and to this I cannot argue. But, how did someone dream up something so obscure? I have failed to answer that one, my dear Miguel! Oh, such crazy things in this world. How it entertains and challenges my brain! Oh dear me, how can a trailer-racing fan date a sophisticated violin player? They say that opposites attract. I just never could figure out who ‘they’ were and why ‘they’ have the right to make a statement like that common knowledge. In my opinion, it happens, but it’s nothing to live by. People are much too eager to believe someone they do not even know. Gosh me! I am greatly excited for you and the impending move to such a grand beach house in your future. How wonderful it shall be! Oh, my dear Miguel, how shall I ever find patience enough to wait for spring when I shall finally see you again? I pray your heart shall lift even slightly upon receiving this letter; for, dearly I pray it upon you, my dear friend! My heart aches to end this letter and leave you, but I am empty of new words and can only reiterate my love for you and care for your emotions right now. I remain here for you.

Your Friend,

M.L.