Dear One

Dear one, who-couldn't-be-addressed
Recently she contemplates about how you might feel about her, of how she behaves to your proposal. She hopes you weren't disappointed, or hated her then. An odd imagination comes to her mind, that you will somehow despair about her decision, and it's the last situation she prays to be happened to you.
She, herself, going through bitter regrets of all this. You wouldn't have any idea of miseries she committed after she made up her mind. Such a pain to refuse you, indeed, a faithful, intelligent, respectable and noble man like you. For you've been, and you will always be a superior man that she wishes for. A man that she shall not do any consideration when it's coming to ask her hand. At a right place and time.
And there you were. Stood and saw her so suddenly. But how come she can't feel the serenity, the sufficiency? She feels doubt thousand times. She feels anxious about her life matter.
Later, she started to understand, you appear when she has no need for your appearing.
So, she tells you secrets: she newly fond of her occupation. Right now, the very moment when she almost finished her own endeavor. She always have picture in her head about the ideals, how things ought to be. You should not present at this time, it's the ideal.
Please don't think too lowly of her. She regrets that you come not at the good time.
And she's sorry. Uncommonly sorry for the refusal.
Dear one, she wishes you a very happiness in your life.