The Words are the same. Only the punctuation changes…

Dear Thomas,

I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful.
People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for
other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be
forever happy—will you let me be yours?

Maria

Dear Thomas,

I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful
people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For
other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart, I can
be forever happy. Will you let me be?

Yours,

Maria