Once falling in love to somebody could never recover the none conditioned mind again, so easily.

To you, what my mind was attached and had on your own presence was the same.

Anyway, I want you to accept my own love, only the emotion is constantly making so wonderous and kind of strange cycle drawable orbit in my own mind.

Anyway, as a mature beautiful lady, I fell in love, even if it was only visually confirming my daily habit, thus to you, very unexpectedly not that necessary, I know your own circumstance.

But once fell in earnest craving mind to somebody can never recovered into perfectly none state around that emotion and mind. 

Anyway, only around your own presence, my any idea is converged into some so strict confidence, that is genuinely craiving mind on you, to you, and with you.

That's the heart truth. And in it, I try to convince you to accept my own mind, and want you to be convinced with mine as my own true heart, because that's the heart truth.

The same narration can be made infinitely, the mind is never replaced with any other adjective nor any other mentioning. 

Anyway, the mind could never be back to none, yet probably on my own heart, you know.

After some while, I'll send you another letter, with my another angle convincing words for you.

(Irregularly continued)

Feb. 21st.    2024