Letter 1
Francis to Arthur
In Paris

There are signs that do not lie, and I know that we are made to get on. Emergency prompts me to write this letter. The exams just finished and maybe I will not have more opportunity - even if I failed poorly to all those who presented themselves to me in recent years - to know whether or not you are the one I've dreamt of. Six years seeing you in the hallways of the school but never dared to talk to you and now I have to leave, I feel that I missed the best story, the best meeting of my life. Do not get me wrong, my approach is not a lover one. You're a handsome boy Arthur and I had the time to learn your name. You probably know me by reputation. Everything is wrong. I do not care that you're beautiful, I want neither to invite you to theater or have the formal right to hold your hand, I want to know you and tell me that I was right. We could start with a correspondence based on respect and honesty. I leave tomorrow for Corsica, you can write to me at the address at the back of this missive at least bold, but great things ahead and I ask you to trust me.

From Paris, July 10 19**