Sincerely,

 Carmen.

Carmen put the letter in a blank envelope, and then gave it to her maid Jenny. “Make sure she receives it.” Carmen says simply, everyone knew who she was talking about; it was the mystery woman whose letter was always carried with her, reading it an endless amount of times.

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The figure was sitting on the desk, staring at the letter, reading it once again in her mind. Her lithe body leaned back on the chair, green eyes flickering with joy and curiousness. She takes out a bottle of ink and a feather and begins to write.

Dear Carmen,

            Yes, I want to see you, and yes I can see you with words. Not your physical appearance, but your soul, your meaning in this life Carmen, I want to see a part of you that you don’t show the world, I want to dive deep inside you and let our beings mold into one, as I get to delve into all those thoughts you hide in your mind. Let me in Carmen, you know your barricading yourself, still. I have assumed from you, I will not lie, you remind me so much of myself, locking feelings away, not wanting to look into the sky because I’d see that I’m the only one lightly glowing alone, realizing that maybe, I was meant to be North star, meant to lead, yet always alone. I would go to the Santa Monica pier at night, looking to the stars, it was the only place I could call home. As for my words, these come from me, as I sit in the dark, there have never been words spoken truer than the ones I’ve spoken to you. I cannot deny my womanizing ways, but Carmen, I can answer your question, of how to love someone who seems to love so many others. And the answer, my dear Carmen, is simple: You just do.

                                                                                                            Love,

                                                                                                            A lonely star.

The figure puts the letter in the envelope, ordering one of her assistants to mail it off. The woman now sat there, staring at the letter she received earlier, bringing it to her lips, the rough surface touching her soft gentle lips; she sniffs it, the smell of paper, ink, and her.