Christian is so very elegant; his poetry makes my heart stop in mid-beat. How I do love him so, his very name grasps my attention so noble like that I am left breathless at his thought. His words are so unique and poetic that my mind flutters away and my eyes begin to feel moist. I honestly don’t know what I would do with out him. I would rather die.
I’m so pleased to be able to call him my husband. I hope he is careful. As for Cyrano, I do wish he’d be vigilant. He’s perfect; I do love him. He’s my best friend. Cyrano thinks he’s immortal, that he can not die or be injured; but how wrong he is. He’s so very quarrelsome. I know, he’s fought off one hundred men! But that’s nothing. That doesn’t escape the fact he is the first to start a fight. I hope they are both careful.
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