Subject: Dearest of dearest

I've known you for a long time but till now I didn't tell you exactly how I feel. This letter is the mirror of my heart. It reflects the true emotions that I have for you. Don't feel shy to read it. Give me the chance to say it once and for all. Here it comes:

   The more I think of you, the more I 
       Love you; I cannot see how any one could 
   Hate you. You have always been to me an 
       honest, faithful friend, and hope my love is not an 
   Object of contempt. It is true that Once I said 
       I would never marry, but that was before 
   I loved you. That assertion you know was 
       uttered in a bragging manner, in fact not but 
   a lie, and I do not know why I made it. If I 
       could even pluck up enough courage to 
   offer you my hand I know very well you 
       would be surprised and I doubt if you 
   would accept it. I do not think I would 
       listen to a refusal from your lips and 
   thus make my whole life miserable. To die 
       without ever expressing my love for you 
   would be preferable to that. If you write to me 
       I shall be happy, but if you do not 
   I shall be miserable and gloomy, your letters 
       are a source of pleasure and a failure to get them 
   always make me feel like committing suicide. 

Now read this letter again ... but only the odd numbered lines!