Patience dear, you’re strong, you’ve proven it by staying this far, alone. And I guess no one could handle the patient as good as you are, maybe that’s why you’re called Patience. I think Catwoman is a pretty good nickname for you, since you climb trees faster than any girl I’ve known in my life, but still you’re best as Patience. (Or you want me to call you Patty, just like my fat autie named?) If it’s your part to have a long-live-annoying-patient life, you will do it well, babe, because it’s you. Imagine it’s me, waiting for God’s answering my prayer or loving someone eventough he went out with my friend? Naah, I won’t make it both.
I’m proud of you, baby. So be proud of yourself, split out that pride you once swallowed. It’s your happiness to reach now, and your justice. I know you can make it.
Write to you soon, as soon as you reply this e-mail, or online on the messenger.
Your girl, Marine.
