Dear Veronica,

I've been in love with you for years. When we met again at the farm, I was smitten. You popped out from behind the counter and asked me how I was. I mumbled something to the floor, walked past you, and then fell over from anxiety. Every time I talk to you, I can't speak coherently, so I've given up on trying. I'm sorry I never say anything-I would love to, but I'm scared. I wish the world for you and hope that you get everything you could ever want. I'm sorry.