#ENFIM eu amo o formato de cartas amiga sou muito romântica. deus abençoe!

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               from paris, with love: learning to accept the wonders of life, facing your problems, coming to the realization that love requires a sacrifice that you are more than glad to make. starring marjorie & dorothea, written by isa & amanda.

               How weird it is to write a letter. I know people used to do it all the time, but it's obviously different. now I could simply text you, but what would be the fun in that? Where is the romance? Where is that fuzzy, warm and at the same time aching feeling, like when you are watching a 40s melodrama and the protagonists are intense and passionate and you can't help but feel totally affected by them?

               Exactly, these things don't exist in a text. So write a letter, we must! I see the whole thing as a movie montage of our own: I will write it peacefully, a sweet smile on my lips that will make the audience melt and root for us. I will spray my adored perfume on it. I will put it on your pocket, and in a especially hard moment at work, you will find the letter and feel totally mesmerized by it. When you finally arrive home, I will be at the couch, waiting to embrace you in the most loving hug to ever grace the screens. Not even Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman could top that hug. Our chemistry is so unbearing that producers will consider censoring an embrace! And that's how our movie ends. The kiss scene is for us and for us only.

             Can you notice how much free time I have now? It's almost killing me. Not that I used to do much in Genovia too (at least when I was just the princess), but having an internal depressed monologue took up too much of my time to notice. It's the most free I've been since I graduated college. So, while you are out and I'm here alone, I try to master day-to-day activities to fill the schedule. Cooking, for instance. I know how to make an egg, before you start laughing! This princess does not have a problem with getting her hands dirty. But really cooking, like doing fancy dishes. Sewing too. I suppose tomorrow I will start talking to the rats in the sidewalk.

             Two days before we met, I was in Venice, trying to build some courage and get to Paris to see you. I remember wandering around the streets, uncertain of what to do, considering simply giving up and going home. Then I met this musician and her girlfriend (or wife, I didn't want to ask it properly) and they started telling their history together. How it was against all odds, how the lovers themselves didn't think it could work. The girlfriend was only in Venice for vacations, a break from the busy and incessant big city life she loved so much. But when she met the musician, with her quiet life and sensible tones, so different from everything she'd ever met, she knew it was over. The musician would follow her everywhere, as a melody, as a memory, but never as she truly wanted: in person, out of love. So she stayed.

             She stayed and I rushed out to Paris, following the string that unites us since we met for the first time. I put on my favourite clothes, as a kind of armor. I motivated myself by remembering the nights we spent exploring museums, kissing in every corner and leaving our mark in every bar. Holding hands and feeling the most powerful people in the world. Silently recreating famous movie scenes. The napkins with love notes I used to hide in your bags and pockets, those you probably only found right before washing, because that's simply how you are. A smudged Love you so much - Dotty out of the machine.

             Thank you for always seeing the Dorothea behind the princess. Thank you for understanding that there's no Dorothea without the princess. And thank you for being so patient! I have no idea of what I would have done If I had gotten here and you had someone or just wasn't interested in me anymore. Maybe I'd have killed myself or become queen. Who knows? My first royal assent would be incriminating you of something and making sure that you would be locked up in Genovia for the rest of your life.

             Just kidding! Love you. I think I should start looking for a job. I've read once that adults that don't really want to adult keep getting masters: maybe I should do the same? Former princess-Doctor Dorothea Grimaldi, expert in Social Science, sounds good? Should I put the almost forty years of experience being a princess in my curriculum?

             That's the part where I feel too sensitive to say something and keep joking to distract you. It's over now. What matters is that I love you! I'm so glad that I missed the plane.

                           Sincerely and profusely,

Your Highness, Princess Dorothea.

p.s: I swear that the signature was out of habit.

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