I saw you, the last four years of school. And for those last four years I
remained foolishly silent, and let every opportunity pass by. Even now I
cannot think of the right way to express how I feel about you, except I
know you read these every week, when you're not out being productive. So
here it is. I think you are one of the smartest, mature, most beautiful
girls I've ever met. I told you I was going after what I wanted, and I want
you more than anything.