My dearest love is a serious girl; and because she is serious she knows how to laugh and to be silly. She is a somber girl, for the tragedies of our world weigh heavily upon her mind.

Oh my love, let us be happy in our sadnesses. Though life is brutal, unjust, and fleeting, let us divide it, instant by instant, and cherish the singular moments of joy, when we two are clapped in each other's arms and surrounded on either side by seas of woe. Our happiness not so much in that island of warmth, but in knowing we will bridge our way to the next.