Part I Romantic Love
Letter One: I’m blissful that I’ve found a woman not perfect yet perfect for me: I’m sad that she takes this man as nice yet not nice enough for her.
Letter Two: Love is not a compromise in life: life is a compromise of love.
Letter Three: The most alluring bloom inevitably wither: my sincerest love will not.
Letter Four: Death is not the meaning of life: life is only the chance for love.
Letter Five: ‘There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age’: there is no beauty more enchanting than the beauty of love.
Letter Six: Everything I have belongs to you; everything you want I will get you: just for your love.
Letter Seven: Give me a chance to make up for all my wrongs: I promise you will find it right.
Letter Eight: I love you, I trust you, I’m proud of you.
Letter Nine: I am your river: you are my ocean.
Letter Ten: Great love comes but once, for only once a person can enjoy the suffering, believe the impossible, and smile with tears.
Letter Eleven: Every attachment is a miracle, every separation is a predicament: every predicament ends with separation, every miracle starts with attachment.
Letter Twelve: Eternity is relative; transience is absolute: absoluteness is eternal; relativeness is transient. Eternal or transient does not matter; neither does relative or absolute: to feel, to love gives meaning to live, to die.
Letter Thirteen: Need we say everything we want to, or has our connection already done that?
Letter Fourteen: Ten thousand miles and ten pre-lives could not keep us apart: what could a mere month and a stone-throw’s distance do?
Letter Fifteen: You are like sunshine in December, warm and sweet: life without you is like thunderstorms in June, cold and bitter.
Letter Fifteen Part 2: Love can be sweet; love can be bitter: I like them both, for it’s the bitterness that makes love sweet.
Letter Sixteen: Will you lead me to your life?
Letter Seventeen: Conciseness may be a virtue; so can verbosity.
Letter Eighteen: I got up very early, intrigued by the enigma of a dream.
Letter Nineteen: Three things can be romantic; I proudly share them all.
Letter Twenty: How I wish…
Letter Twenty-One: It’s better to burn out than it is to rust.
Eighty-one quotations from Love in the Time of Cholera
Letter Twenty-Two: Every history can be rewritten by time; why can’t the story, us?
Letter Twenty-Three: Selfishness has little to do with love, least true love; for true love can only be selfless.
Letter Twenty-Four: Passion is the fuel for love.
Letter Twenty-Five: Every second next to you is a second I treasure.
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