Dearest Matthew,
I've not the ability to explain to you how utterly sorry I am for never finding the time to pour out the truth about your perfection in enough words. You see, I adore you beyond your own knowledge, and in no way would I lie about such a thing. Your perfection keeps me intrigued, but I must say I'm in a feeble state.
Just believe me when I say I love you.
Yours Truly,
Stephanie Ann
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