“ Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me.) I know you (although not so well, as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning and you see me and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?) So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper, I declare it again: I love you.
March 15, 2009
