Dear Jimena,

I have a confession, and since today is your day I have decided to tell you what I've been wanting to tell you for a long time. I love you deeply. Hope you are not scared now. But it's true. I hope you are ready for true love, too.

I only  hope you don't have any problems with gender issues. Because I am actually a girl. Also, I hope you don't mind skinny girls. I am not anorectic, but I am hungry sometimes. Sometimes I am so hunry even, that I think I am dying.

But I know you have a lot of food. That's why I love you too. You are the best cook in the world and universe! There is one thing you have to know about me. Four things, actually.  I am a bit ill. I suffer Hiv, malaria and I have a post natal depression, and I am illiterate (my secretary is writing this letter). Don't worry, If I take my medicins I can function perfectly well. And live happily ever after with you. I have 192 kids, they are all adorable, I am sure you would make the greatest adoptive mother since Angelina Jolie and Madonna together. I would love to have a durable, sustainable relationship with you, marry you and go to New York for our honeymoon!

With all my love ♥

Hieke

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Ps: Since you are Mexican you might appreciate that I speak Spanish. I think it sounds so romantic. So, I hope this last cry pulls you into my arms: Te quiero, mi amor universal! I have one question for you. Do you love me back? If so, what would you do for me? Write to me please! I need youuuuuuuuuuuuu!