Dear Ophelia

Dear O,

Ah the mercurial flights of fancy, violent and fast euphoria of young love, from what you have adumbrated in your letter it is indeed evident that your are in unenviable quagmire. Forgive my fustian or superficially prolix prose but in my day, heyday to be precise, i encountered many a monolithic romantic dilemma similar to yours. Your father (Polonius you said?) doesn't approve of your love (Hamlet right?)  well first of i can assure you this type of bickering is not only common but expected from any parent worth their weight. I can assure you your father only has your best interests at heart and is not on some sort fervid vendetta against your particular passion. Is it really unconscionable to ruminate on your father's perspectives? Maybe he's right about Hamlet not truly "loving" you with such sundry disparity of wealth between you. But no matter. O, i really wish i could give you some finer punctilio but unfortunately this is a quest of your own volition, one that you alone must trek. Your heart may be set on this Hamlet guy, and you may truly feel "love" for him, but ask yourself, can you with a certainty, without any doubt say the same of him towards you? I'm sure your father can.

Best of luck,
HR