Written at 1 am, by the desk lamp
My dearest you,
I tried to write this four times. You can see the other three on the next page, crossed out, because I couldn't bring myself to throw them away. What I wanted to say is simple: the world is softer with you in it, and I am braver. Even your terrible coffee tastes like Sunday morning, and I would not trade a single cup.
Yours, entirely