I sat in my chair, taking a plain sheet of paper. Should I type or hand write it, I thought, groaning. Thirty minutes passed while I was just debating that until I finally settled for handwriting, I felt it was more personal.
I took out my pens, checking how each one wrote.
The issue after that was how I introduced, should I say dear Vladimir, or My love. I laughed just thinking about that. What the hell was I even doing? I groaned, sitting back and discarding the idea of the letter, I was just being over board. My back was to the seat, biting my pen. It was after thirty minutes that I decided to just do it. I took another plain paper and began drafting. Hours passed by, nothing good enough to send to Vladimir. The letter had to be clean and professional. My eyes were crying out
