My dear

my dearest Tin,

Its Ton here. Its almost five in the morning now. You must be in Sleepington. I am sorry to keep you waiting there. I know I am running very late. I am trying to catch an express to get there. In the mean time, I hope you are having 'fun' soundly in Sleepington. I tried to drink some milk, hoping that would keep me warm from the chill along my way to Sleepington. Apparently, that didnt work. I tried to ask Kafka to give me a free ride to the shore where Sleepington is located. He rejected me because I neglected him for the whole night. I tried to write on 'your' diary until sleep claims me. But the diary(not daily) brought me here. Seems that here is the only place I can be close to you.
I think I better call our date off. It seems that I wont be able to make it. I am really sorry that I couldnt make it to Sleepington tonight.
Tonight was a bumpy night. I had fasten my seat belt. However, it wasnt helping me to get through the night. Before I checked the result, I had prepared for the worst and tried to face it bravely. Yes, Ton was brave for....about 2 minutes. Even myself was surprised that my unexpected calmness over that 2 minutes right after I checked the result. Sooner than I noticed, I bursted in tears, all in a sudden. Maybe thats how long it takes for me to realise what the rejection means. In this case, it took me 2 minutes. Then I couldnt stop crying once i started.Until, I gradually calmed down as I was drying up.
Darling, we can do this. With trust and patience, we wont be lost in each other's sight easily. I have faith in us. This thought comforted me and pacified the rest of my night. Even I am out of town(Sleepinton), I am peacefully waiting for the arrival of morning, our tomorrow.
I believe what we have is love.

loves,
Ton