Letters, The First

J, the wanderer of worlds,
To my sister in the spirit:

Grace and peace to you from God the Father and our Risen Lord Jesus Christ, whose resurrection we so ardently celebrate on this Easter Sunday.

Having set my heart upon caring for you, as God is my witness, my heart has too been broken by your own heartbreaks. As I have promised, I shall seek in these letters to show you my ideals and thought about the subject which you are confused by recently.

You have fallen out of love. This is normal. It is actually seldom that love can be sustained for so long by one so young as you and him. It is the fault of neither and the fault of both. As much as the older folks would like to say that love is not for the young, it is most often the young who do fall in love.

Perhaps I should first clarify what love is. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not envy but rejoices in the joys of others. Love does not boast but has humility. Love is not proud but is humble. Love does not dishonour others but instead honours all above yourself. Love is not self-seeking but instead seeks the profit of others. Love is not easily-angered and does not keep record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

See to it that whenever you claim that you love someone...that your love is pure and that your love is exactly as stated above. Then, your heart will never be broken again.

I pray that you find happiness.