This letter is addressed to that old soul whose moment of inquisitiveness has developed into weeks and weeks of continuous conversation.

Poetic prose will always fall short in the face my affections, so I will keep this telegram short. I care about you very much.

Whenever it is that I see you, I would not object to being held for an indeterminate amount of time, (or to any other romantic gesture you might perform;) in fact, I might be entirely open to it.

Try not to keep me wondering for too long. Hesitancy was the downfall of your predecessors.

Fondly,
Me.