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Mycroft,
Yes, this is addressed correctly, there is only one Mycroft in the whole of England.
I checked.
Already I know you’re trying to figure out who this is from. Testing the paper, the envelope, the adhesive. The style of writing, the print or the toner used.
I was careful. Or tried to be anyway.
It may take some time but I’ve no doubt you’ll figure it out eventually. It's that eventually that nearly kept me from sending this letter.
There is no physical harm this letter will do to you or your staff, whom, I assume, have opened this. Best to get to the point.
This is a love letter. From me to you.
I can’t claim I’m wholly and completely in love with you, but its damn near close.
Don’t scoff or roll your eyes. This is exactly why I put this in a letter. It would break my heart to see you dismiss me if I spoke those words face to face. You are brilliant, powerful, strategic. All the things you exude. But you are also funny, witty, sarcastic, kind, loyal and dedicated. You give without any thought of recompense to the people who are most important to you. You are loyal and you care, even when the ones you care about are being utter wankers.
(I think I just gave myself away but I need to finish this)
I’ve seen beneath the so-called icy exterior to the man behind it and I like what I’ve found. Very much.
You are everything. On top of a very attractive package. Please don’t scoff. I know you despise false platitudes but believe me when I say there is nothing false in what I am saying here.
(I have a thing for gingers and freckles so there’s my downfall)
I could go on but this is already past the time you’d need to figure me out.
I’ll end by saying this; if you want me to stop, I expect men in black at my door under an hour after you read this. But, if curiosity compels you to see what’s next, please don’t send anyone. Please don’t reply. I know this seems sad and pathetic but humour me. Please?
I remain,
Yours