Spanish Cinderella

Parque Bonaval

2nd April 2009

Sweet thing,

I cannot express in harsh enough terms the boiling anger I feel towards modern technology, especially that of facebook at this moment in time. This is third time I have sat down to reply to this message, and am finding it rather difficult to type as my fingers are crossed so hard that the incidents which previously deleted my meticulously written reposts will not be reoccurring. However, due to incidents in the past day it is quite fortunate that I am able to tell you the resolution of a story that was without end the last time I wrote this...

More of that later; the anxiety with which I am waiting to hear the outcome of the pub quiz has done nothing but become more intense: The longer I am without communication with your darling self, the more I am dying to know the outcome of your rendezvous with your heart's bane. I fully empathise with your predicament darling girl, knowing in intimate detail the feelings you harbour for your past (and present) love and the history behind the tale. As we have said many a time, it is impossible to fall out of love with someone unless there exists a concrete reason to believe it can never work. I hope your copy of Byron's work includes the poem entitled 'they say that hope is happiness', as though slightly miserable the lines have done a great deal to put into perspective the feelings inspired by such situations. Given that you now have the opportunity to test the water it is now down to you to decide; should you allow yourself to run with the butterflies and expose yourself to more hurt, or withdraw and never know if that hope which was your happiness could in fact have been something more? I cannot offer more than a friendly ear to your woes, knowing that the decision rests with you alone and that whatever my advice may be I should not influence your choice... Which still leaves me insatiably curious as to the current situation and your feelings on this at the moment, do satisfy my desires and fill me in on any intimate details...

Now for the conclusion to a story which I feel I have already told you, as I have written before many a time but never concluded in sending. I told you about my prince, a sweet boy with whom for several weeks I was perfectly happily entertained, and whose presence eased the pain of my first rendezvous with the bane of my life. Things were going smoothly before my trip to the south this week, where I was surrounded by the most beautiful set of boys I think I have ever had the pleasure of sharing a room with. The continual presence of these statuesque specimens of manhood rather put into persepective my relationship with the Prince, which though barely a relationship could not be termed as less, and combined with the content of the messages I received, any butterflies which might have lingered were eradicated. Anyway, absorbed with these thoughts we returned to Madrid at the end of the camp, where we proceeded to get rather on the worse side of inebriated. Jon had gone to his friend Alice's for dinner, and I was to meet up with the boys for tapas, after which we would all rendezvous and go to a discoteca together. On arrival at the metro station however, we were subject to numerous cancellations, and I need not be explicit in the outcome of a night which consisted of me, my boss and two bottles of rather cheap rum.

Anyway, yesterday I saw the Prince for the first time, neglecting the disastrous night on Saturday, after Jon and I returned from camp, consumed copious amounts of multitudinous harmful substances and which resulted in the loss of my purse and one of my shoes, when my conversation was less that sensible. It is my least favourite of situations, but we were able to resolve quite amicably the fact that he was unable to have a casual relationship and that it was 'not the right situation' for anything more serious.

I am missing you interminable darling girl, and can only apologise for the lateness of my reply, and though will completely understand any delay of my share of information, am on tenterhooks waiting for it.

All my love,
Hannah xxx

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