Intermédiaire
You couldn't help but step back a little when you noticed the filthy drifter standing in front of you.
"Hey, young one, can you spare me a penny? I haven't eaten for days," Weidor pleaded pitifully.
"Just a few spare coins will do."
Fin
You handed Weidor the letter.
"Ah yes, fierce love. I remember it well. Once, as I laid on the street, close to death, an angelic girl set a hunk of bread before me."
"Enchanted by her goodness, I followed her everywhere, hoping to protect her."
"But then the Kaslow soldiers informed me that she had slapped me with a restraining order," Weidor said sadly.
You understood his point of view, but you also realized that love required a certain amount of rationality.