My dear Bianca,
It is not her that I want. Not her that I think about.
I know why it is that you can't be with me. What your father thinks of my family. Rest assured I share his thoughts. My heritage makes me sick but it is not who I am and you know that.
Yet for as long as you remain a coward I will find myself looking for your eyes in every new girl I meet. And I will find myself disappointed every time.
Yours forever and always,
Pads