Dear Martin—
I’m writing you this letter because there’s something I need to tell you. I should have told you years ago, but I was too scared. I was terrified, but I’ve decided I don’t care anymore what people say, or what people think.
So I’m writing you this letter to tell you how I feel about you. I can’t help but notice the way you treat people—you are so, so kind. And funny. Really, truly funny. You always make me laugh. And you haven’t noticed (that I’m in love with you). ‘Cause you are blind as heck, by the way. And wise—wiser than me, wiser than our twenty-five years. I could listen to you for hours. You probably never noticed the way I look at you. You are so oblivious, but somehow you are also conscientious?
Which, by the way, is why I’m burning this as soon as I finish it. Why you can’t actually read it.
Because I don’t care what people think, but you still do. If you read this, it would make you miserable. I know you well enough to know that, and I still love you enough to burn this stupid letter.
She’s lovely, by the way. I hope you make her happy.
And I think I’m wiser, and kinder, and funnier, because of you. So thanks for everything.
Sincerely yours (always yours),
-Juliet