Dearest,
It is after midnight and I am at last free to speak to you. Mother, Father and Lotte have accustomed to my late night scripting and have bid me goodnight. In my twenty years I have been called upon by several gentlemen, but you are the one that occupies my thoughts. Even though you are not real, you are more dear to me than the man that has asked just this night for my hand in marriage. I do not love him, to please father I have tried, and sadly I know I have a duty to obey and must soon accept, but I ache for a love that burns like fire and moonlight. I speak with you in my mind and heart, if only you existed outside of them. Goodnight sweetheart, dream of me.
Lorraine SB