dear－－oriveira:

    your－－never－－image－－h(huán)ow－－i－－miss－－you－－for－－the－－past－－61－－days－－since－－your－－h(huán)ave－－been－－away－－from－－me.－－truly,－－as－－i－－can－－clearly－－account－－the－－days－－because,－－i－－cut－－the－－days－－not－－in－－wood－－but－－in－－my－－shimmery,－－rainbow－－colored－－h(huán)eart,－－use－－the－－knife－－you－－gave－－me－－and－－the－－h(huán)eart－－is－－only－－for—you.－－your－－are－－most－－probably－－never－－notice－－h(huán)ow－－much－－i－－am－－preoccupied－－with－－you,－－though

    as－－an－－adage－－goes,－－as－－i－－can－－remember：－－“we－－need－－no－－reason－－to－－fall－－into－－love”,－－which－－is－－true－－in－－most－－cases－－and－－that－－the－－only－－thing－－i－－can－－find－－myself－－with－－the－－girls－－in－－this－－world.

    in－－my－－intoxicating－－but－－ephemeral－－life,－－we,－－two－－strangers,－－form－－different－－backgrounds,－－yet－－similar－－feelings－－met－－under－－the－－same－－sky,－－which－－fell－－upon－－us－－as－－the－－shooting－－star－－went－－by.－－that－－night,－－the－－forest－－was－－wearing－－h(huán)er－－most－－fascinating－－dress.－－the－－blue－－moonlight－－reflected－－on－－the－－dream－－dress－－appeared－－so－－elegantly－－that－－every－－firefly’s－－flickering－－sparkle－－in－－the－－air－－revealed－－our－－secret－－dreams.

    how－－i－－wish－－there－－will－－be－－some－－night:－－there－－are－－no－－words－－to－－be－－spoken.－－with－－time－－standing－－still－－as－－i－－am－－lying－－on－－your－－lap,－－there－－are－－only－－you－－and－－me,－－surrounded－－with－－obscure－－feelings－－that－－connected－－us,－－leading－－me－－to－－surrender－－myself－－secretly－－to－－the－－night.－－every－－move－－is－－right,－－and－－every－－second－－referred－－to－－a－－good－－timing,－－denying－－its－－existence.－－i－－wish－－i－－am－－a－－nightmare,－－just－－to－－share－－the－－moment－－with－－you,－－and－－together－－to－－dwell－－in－－night‘s－－everlasting－－memories.

    i－－can－－bravely－－imagine,－－after－－all，－－that－－time－－does－－not－－exist－－for－－us－－that－－night.

    touching－－lips－－and－－thrashing－－tongues－－are－－the－－sum－－of－－that－－exquisite－－part－－of－－memory－－in－－my－－h(huán)eart.－－maybe－－as－－a－－girl－－i－－can－－foresee－－your－－will－－leave－－me;－－in－－a－－way－－that－－more－－passionately－－i－－kept－－kissing－－you,－－the－－less－－sure－－i－－became－－of－－what－－i－－was－－kissing.－－millions－－of－－thoughts－－crossed－－my－－mind,－－wandering－－endlessly－－back－－and－－forth－－in－－the－－imaginary－－reality－－of－－this－－particular－－moment.－－i－－slip－－away－－form－－the－－reality,－－to－－write－－this－－letter,－－the－－rest－－is－－meaningless.

    i－－h(huán)ave－－been－－lost－－since－－then,－－with－－a－－restless－－conscious,－－tracing－－every－－path－－by－－pursuing－－the－－star－－dusts,－－left－－over－－the－－sweet－－memory－－with－－you,－－with－－everlasting－－h(huán)ope－－to－－reach－－‘there‘.

    oriveira－－can－－your－－feel－－my－－floating－－h(huán)eart?－－can－－i－－find－－you－－again?

    i－－will－－wait－－for－－you,－－as－－the－－every－－moment－－in－－breathing.－－i－－love－－you－－oriveira－－

    －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－aynia