Dear little prince,
I have to write to you again. Tonight I met you on a ship to your planet. After immersed myself in a new foreign language, I found that my friend described me right - adventurous. The only wish after 3 hours on the ship: how can I master this language and start communicating... no I won't give up, perhaps that is me. I think one day I will give up in front of problems when my heart die... die not because of problems... but die because there is no solution... and I believe the only solution is from your love letter: LOVE, pure love. What else this world need?
Whenever I read the little prince again, I feel heartache. People who count numbers, people who are kings... they don't understand your love letter, therefore they also don't really understand me. Whenever I think nobody can understand me, I just want to cry...
Perhaps I need to hide my heart a bit longer, before it starts to feel hurt again...
love, your daughter.
[dessau, germany]
Labels: winter