Dear Helen,

I hope it wasn’t obvious how much I completely lost my shit when you asked me if I wanted to go on a picnic at the place where we first kissed. I had been thinking that I should keep the sappy romantic stuff to a minimum, but a picnic where we first kissed is pretty sappy and romantic.

I’ve been thinking about how I would like to dance with you. I also thought that was too sappy to mention. But if the picnic date goes well, I’m buying a record player and Etta James’ “At Last” and asking you to dance with me to that song.

God, I love you. Maybe I’ll even have the guts to spit that out soon.

-Evelyn