If I had your address, I wouldn’t go a single month without sending the post office to work for me. You would receive fresh flowers with the scent of my longing, chocolates with the flavor of my desire, and gifts designed as a gift from a store just for your body, your soul, and your pleasure. Each box would be an extension of what I feel for you: intensity, admiration, enchantment. Hamlet, who dared to say: “There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our vain philosophy.” I tell you: there are more things between us than the world would be able to understand. An invisible but real bond — like the strength of a desire that cannot be measured, only experienced. And if you’ll allow me to go further, I’ll leave you with a quote from Pablo Neruda, because that’s exactly how I feel: “So that nothing separates us, so that nothing unites us.” But with you, Franceska, I want the opposite: that everything unites us and that nothing can separate us. Not time, not distance, not destiny. Because if one day your eyes come across something I sent you... let them know: it was sent by