From Dolores D, With Love

Dear Artemio, Do you remember the night you sneaked into my room with your crusty old guitar because you just finished this song you were writing and couldn't wait for me to hear it? How I long for those nights. Do I ever cross your mind the way you constantly do mine? Save me, Temyong, for I am utterly, utterly terrified. In seven days I'm about to become somebody's trophy wife and I cannot bear…