I wrote a whole letter to you, and then deleted it. I know it’s even money whether you even open this and read it, but that’s why it has to be perfect.
You wanted me to talk about my feelings more, and I didn’t, and I’m sorry; it’s just, I’m a guy. I thought we were a bad match. You’re a witch, and I’m an accountant. Different worlds, you know?
Please don’t turn me into stone or a newt or whatever. Or, like, make a dragon smell an old shirt of mine and then set it loose. I’m begging you.