Hello Kim,

We don't know each other, although we've seen each other quite a few times. I followed you after your husband's show in New York. North was crying in the huge SUV that brought you backstage. You accidentally rolled down the window and voilà, there I was with our cameraman. I remember thinking you were much smaller than I expected. However, you were again yesterday. However.

You married six years ago to Kanye West and it went as everything in your romance does, grand. Just the proposal alone. A hundred friends were invited. Closest friends, as you say in LA. We sober Dutch people have to giggle a bit at that, because how many closest friends can one person have? For us, you count those on two hands, but you are a privileged person, that much is clear. There was an orchestra, a ring ‘the size of a baseball stadium’ and there was the proposal.

Then you held a pre-wedding party in Versailles and flew the whole bunch (all intimate and close) to Florence. Was that incredibly beautiful wall of flowers there or was that still in Versailles? I'm a bit lost on that. What I do know is that you were brought to the altar by Caitlyn Jenner and that Andrea Bocelli sang to you with a ‘Non Te Partirò’, meaning: I will never leave you. Whether that proves to be true, we don't know, but through your Instagram Stories from yesterday, you at least showed that you won't do that lightly: leave him.

Oh yes, there was also something about a wooden bar that Kanye himself sawed in half an hour before the reception started. He thought it looked too much like a bar from Texas, sawed it into two pieces, and then labeled it as art.

I can tell you, Kim: for Amayzine, your marriage was the supplier of delightful content for a year. Every expectation was exceeded. I truly hoped that your love would endure, because this Dutch person is not only sober but also a bit skeptical when it comes to over-the-top Hollywood alliances. It's not like everyone in Hollywood lives happily ever after. Too much temptation, too much living in the public eye; it doesn't make it any easier.

That became clear again this week when Kanye mainly surprised his friends with his emotional outbursts. And where he usually praises you to the heavens, you got hit this time. A firm left hook was followed by a strong uppercut. And what did you do? You wrapped yourself in silence for a moment and came back with an Instagram letter in which you stood up for your man. Stronger: you ask for understanding and use the opportunity to call for attention, and respect, for everyone struggling with mental issues. You are not only aware of your status, you also use your personal misfortune for a greater purpose.

I don't actually believe it would be a particularly good idea for Kanye to become the new president of America. But what I do know for sure is that he would have had the best first lady imaginable in you. There are people who say this is all thought out and spun again, but then I have fallen for it with open eyes.

I wish you strength,

May

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