To call you dear seems so inferior. You are more beautiful than I have words for. I think you know deep down just how gorgeous you are so I hesitate to gush over you. And yet... it seems impossible to stop myself. I loved you from afar for so long. Your food, your music... oh, your wine. I had no idea what mystery lurked beneath your surface.
How could you torture me so... sitting in your own corner of the world... knowing so well that we would be so good for one another. The depths of your character are staggering.