to my darling. i am unsure if my previous letters have arrived, be the wind unstable these days and be the world a little askew, but nonetheless i shall keep writing; i find no better cause in this earth than the color of your eyes and the shape of your smile. today i saw the countryside, stretching verdantly on for miles and miles, and every curve of the land and divot in the soil reminded me of you, as perfect in its wholeness as it was in every detail. eternally fond, your secret admirer.
i absolutely would not have gotten anywhere near as far as i have without you, not-so-secret admirer. i love you more than anything, and i hope you know that. also, i refuse to answer your previous letters about my tits.