It's almost November. You know Julia, the choice is yours. I've already made my choice, my decision. My decision is you, and now I must stick to my choice. We are not in the same position. I love you terribly, but I must stick to my guns, be a man so to speak, and be sure I can give you the best married life, so I cannot force you to marry into my poverty. I would wait for you no matter how old you get, so I don't want you to be concerned about my loyalty. But you have sight and intelligence, so you know that.
That being said, I want you to marry me NOW, Julia. Come and knock on my door, meet me face to face, and NOW will begin. If you agree to marry me NOW as opposed to waiting until I have sufficient wealth, then you submit to my agenda of building a tourist attraction here, suffering the same living conditions as me, and being my wife. May Allah reward you for your sacrifice. Sounds reckless, huh? I'm an all-out abandon kind of guy. But it's not so bad. I have a roof over my head even though I sleep on the floor, the music is powerful mashaAllah so our living conditions will improve inshaAllah, and I'm confident that at least I can feed you well. Dinner tonight is eggplant stuffed with steak and tofu, so come on over. Julia, I love you. And I need you.
Hi Erin. I love you too. And I need you. This is my week of isolation, so you won't here from me again for another week.
