dear vanessa,

i get it. i'm coming off too strong. too desperate.

yes, i haven't sent you these letters or had someone give them to you—and i definitely haven't spoke to you about my feelings—but reading over my last letters?

i sound insane. and i'm sorry for that.

but don't worry—one day we'll laugh about this when we're married, and we've got kids at our feet, maybe another little one on the way. . .

only one problem with that future: i need to talk with you to get it on the move. I need to hit the ball to start it speeding through the air to get that ending.

so what do i need to do? ah, simple.

find you.

sincerely, jonathan