I do not believe in it. I want to stay in Europe, and she would in China. That sacrifice of moving to a different continent is too large to make. A letter relationship is not what I want, not after tasting her lips and getting puzzled endlessly by those silent yet speaking eyes of hers. I want it all, all that she can give me. I want to give my all, not some mere blueprint of my badly translated thoughts, apparent only on a flat screen. In fact I already have trouble filtering my own feelings from preconceived ideas about love that I got from all the books I've read. I'm afraid that our relation becomes more and more of a fiction as time progresses. Therefore, I shall repeat to her that our relation is finite, that I will end it at latest by christmas.

With a little luck though, we might meet in Paris withing a month.