Dear Mr. Gilbert

how are things with you? Where are you now? Is there any trouble. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate, but there is less to your season but not to come. I did not understand at first, did not understand your mind. But in the new life you have given me, I feel it a little, through the letters I write, through the people I meet. I believe that you must be alive somewhere. So I have to live well, even if I don't know what lies ahead. If we can meet again, I want to tell you: "Now, I have a little understanding of what love is."

lover