Dear you,

I love you. I love you. I love you.
I want to just write that a million times.
I love you.
I find myself doodling that onto my papers when even I'm not paying attention and I look down and have a dozen little initials lined up across the top of the page. Your name is always on my lips, my fingertips.
I love you.
I love you because you're you and because I can't imagine you being any different. I love you because you yawn when nobody's looking and when you stretch, your shirt comes up a bit, and because when you sit down next to me I never ever want you to leave. I love you because you grab my hand and because you treat me right when I need you to. And I love you because sometimes you don't.
I could tell you this right now, but I can't. I could just write it out and send it. But I can't.
So here's this to tide me over:
I love you.

Absolutely terrifically entirely yours,
Penny