I’m sorry I was confused before. I’m not anymore. I love you.
PS: May I please have my pen back?
Since we are parting ways perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire. You, and you alone, are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please don’t be alarmed. I don’t expect your favour, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I’m not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you, Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been, and always will be you.
With love, Gilbert.
PS: Thanks for the pen.