My dearest Oscar Wao,

Since you left I have tried to find the beauty, the beauty in my everyday life. Now I know I do not need Paris or red wine by an European river, I know it is my choices that will make me either happy or miserable.

Oscar, you did have a wondrous life. Do you want to hear why? You were loved, you were loved and I never told you. Would it have been any different? Perhaps not, but if only you had known. Oh, Oscar. I cried for months, somehow I believed tears would bring you back but they never did.

I am one of your princesses now, with a crown so heavy it even makes the peasants feel sorry for me. Even them, who hated me to death! At first my company ladies thought someone had let all the windows open, it was just me, me and my forever sighs. You were the greatest prince to me. Your sci-fi featured my deams, you fought Dominican dragons and always spoke wisely.

But, being so wise and understanding, you would tell me to make the right choices. I have started taking some classes and really think I can make a living and will not have to go back to that torturous country our grandmothers still call home. Oscar, I am going to work in publishing because I now love words as much as you did, I do not ever want to be apart from you.

You will always be in my heart, Oscar, Oscar, Oscar...

Your princess.