Amos begs eloquently
A letter from my forefather to his fiancé, while on business in the city of Bath, England.
Dearest Mary,
I regretted the last letter I sent you the moment it left my possession. I do not think I was clear enough as to my thoughts and intentions.
I love you more than anything, Mary, and I declare right now that I will never feel any differently.
When I said that I feared for our relationship, I meant that I am afraid that I am no longer a worthy suitor for you. I cannot guarantee you a good life, not now and it does not seem even in two years.
Look at me! I fumble with my words, constantly saying stupid and unintentionally hurtful things to you. I visit you far too infrequently, I offer you few gifts, and the ones I do promise you, I deliver late or sloppily done. In short, I love you but I have no idea how to love you.
You deserve so much better than me, Mary. Once again I ask that you forgive me for my shortcomings, and have the grace and mercy to give me yet another chance to love you.
Apologetic as always,
~Amos
