I write to you today to say that I cannot bare it any longer. Every word that emanates from your pen, so elegantly chosen, leaves me dripping in anticipation for the next! Alas, I must apologize, for I am no princess. I am beneath that; but also beneath you, where I prefer to be. I beg of you, take me under your tutelage; show me what that master tongue of yours can do.

Love,

Christine