Dear Selma, There’s something I’ve wanted to say for years

Dear Selma, After so many years of friendship, it’s surely a mistake odd strange remarkable unexpected surprising a mistake

Dear Selma, On the occasion of Inge and Dieter’s wedding I’d like to finally

Dear Selma, You’re going to laugh, but

Dear Selma, Once again your apple cake was exquisite. Speaking of exquisite, you

Dear Selma, We were just sharing a glass of wine and you rightly observed that the moon was especially

full and beautiful tonight. Speaking of full and beautiful

Dear Selma, Karl’s illness hit me very hard even though I couldn’t put it into words earlier. It reminded me how limited life on earth our existence everything is and that’s why I urgently want to tell

Dear Selma, Earlier you asked why I was so quiet. The truth is

Dear Selma, Today it’s Christmas, without a trace of snow, which is not the way you like it. Speaking of liking

Dear Selma, On the occasion of Inge and Dieter’s divorce

Dear Selma, Since Christmas is the celebration of love

Dear Selma, On the occasion of Karl’s funeral

Dear Selma, On the occasion of nothing at all

Dearest

Dear Selma, Unlike you, I’m convinced that we will win the “Let’s Beautify Our Village” competition. Your beauty alone will guarantee us first place

Dear Selma, It’s clear that we can’t possibly win the “Let’s Beautify Our Village” competition. It’s already perfectly beautiful because you

Dear Selma, It’s Christmas again already. I’m sitting here, looking out at the snow and wondering when it will melt. Speaking of melting

Dear Selma, Christmas is a time for gifts. Speaking of gifts, something I’ve long wanted to lay at your feet

Dear Selma, On a completely new topic

Dear Selma, By the way, I’ve always wanted to tell

Dear Selma, Christmas again.

Dear Selma, BLAST

Dear Selma, When we were in the swimming pool with Luisa and Martin earlier, the blue of the water shone in the sun like the blue of your ey

Dear Selma, Thanks for the tip on getting rid of molehills. Speaking of molehills, or rather mountains, even a mountain can’t hide my

Dear Selma, Speaking of love

The optician hurried down the street to Selma’s house without a glance to the left or right at the few houses along the way in which everyone was busy examining their hearts and their sanity and the people closest to them, ready to reveal or receive the secret truths about to emerge, truths that probably weren’t so terrible after all in the light of day, but if one of the truths was, in fact, as awful as feared, the recipient of it might have a stroke and Selma’s dream would have done its work.