My dear,

I love you, and you love me, we just don’t know it yet.

See, I’ve yet to hear of the hardships you face, and so I’ve yet to admire you for that. And you’ve yet to know of the pain and sorrow I’ve endured, thus you’ve yet to hold me in high regard for that.

I love you, and you love me, we just don’t know it yet.

Falsely yours,
Mary Lou Kownacki