These will be the letters that I never give you. These are my secret letters where I tell the paper exactly how I feel about you—now—without even knowing you. It would scare you to read these letters I think. It would have to. It does not make good logic—the way I feel about you. I am certain. I shy away from telling you that I love you—those words have never meant what they were supposed to mean when I have said them in the past and often for one or both parties they turn into quite a crutch. So I will not say them.

But I will say this—I am going to marry you. And it may be that you don’t believe in marriage, and if so, I read you wrong but if you are who I think you are then you are the one for me and I mean to get married and it is you who I mean to get married to.