Dear Wendolyne,

My voice breaks when I speak your name out loud. A welsh name that means fair, blessed. Both are words that serve to describe you perfectly. Your blonde hair and the melodious tone of your voice make you the fairest of all women, giving you an angelic air. You are beautiful and strong. You are my angel, Wendolyne.

My Welsh-Argentine love.

The sight of my eyes clouds up when I remember you, Wendolyne. So much beauty cannot be admired without a tear escaping my eyes because you're far, so far from my reach, and it breaks my heart.

I wish you were mine. But I would never do something to hurt Gabriel, my best friend. I owe him too much to do that to him.

But I love you, Wendolyne.

I'm madly in love with you.

Sincerely, Julio.

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my little julio furch is so tragic in this story, and so love sick. he should come over here so i can hug him. i hope you're all liking this short story. thank you so much for reading and voting.

have a great day!

-clary xx