Не, так дела не делаются. Такой шедевр эпистолярного жанра надо полностью цитировать.
Dear Ed,
I long for you. Every day we spend apart feels like an eternity. I know you don't wanna hear from me, but I write these letters daily, hoping one will reach you. And I know we're not through. I can feel it in my soul. A love like ours can't disappear in an instant. We're joint to one another. Intertwined. We wrote our names on each other in permanent ink.