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Carmen received the letter, rapidly, yet gently enough to not rip or damage the letter, opens and reads it. It’s been a week since she sent her own letter, she had waited anxiously to receive the letter.

Carmen reads it through thoroughly, and then begins to write her reply with a pen. Carmen knew it had been 3 weeks since the woman of her dreams had left to Italy. A part of her hated the delay of having to alternate week after week on sending/receiving, but it made it more real to her in a way.

Dear Lonely Star,

I don’t want to trust or believe you, I just want to stop. Stop thinking about you, of what you say in those words, of how I wait anxiously for a week to hear from you. It drives me insane, more than I could ever admit to anyone. But, I admit to you, because you’re not just anyone, you’re so much more. I don’t want to feel this way, my brain is telling me to just ignore you’re letters, but my body betrays me, for when my maid brings your letter in her hand, my body has a will of its own, and snatches it before my mind has the time to retaliate. Most of all my heart beats so fast, why does it so? Why does it so, can you answer my calls oh lonely star, can you answer my pleas?

                                                                                      With love,

                                                                                      Carmen.

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Dear Carmen,

            I know it must be hard to let anyone in, but as you said, I’m not just anyone. You can’t stop you say, neither can I, for my heart beats with yours my Carmen. My heart is now racing in the thought of you, in the thought that you read my words as a honor. That you, the temptress that with a single swift of your hand can simply crush my being, seem to cling to my words. I can tell you this my love, there is no one that has ever done this to me, believe my words, my heart has only seem to have start beating since the day I sent you that fateful letter. I seemed to have been born dead, for my heart never moved, it stood still, never making the slightest twitch for no one, except you… You make my heart beat as drums do, where I can hear them beating in my ear, the soft music of love… It’s beautiful… Do not fret or plea for your heart to quit beating so wildly, for it now beats for two, for the temptress and the tamer. Let that wild rhythm lull you to sleep, for it out love.