Izabella, Brazil, 16.
"dear bobbie, do you remember when you were young and very pretty? I do, I remember pleated skirts, black and white sattle shoes. do you remember dancing that night? I do, I still think of you when we dance, although we cant jitterbug as we did then. do you remember the times we would give up on each other and get back together, then we finally was married in 1949. we drove the yellow convertible all night long. do you remember? I do. you have gray hair now but you're a beautiful women and the years have been good to both of us. we walk slow now, but we still have each other. the glue of love is still bonding us together. love is what I remember. do you remember?"