Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you.
You do not know me, although you have seen me, smiled at me. I know you, although not so well as I would like.
I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough? So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper.
I declare it again: I love you.