He sat somewhere else and read the letter
Dee,
I honestly don't know how to feel anymore, it's-strange, no one's ever really spoken to me the way you do, or well-written, I suppose... no one's ever said such beautiful things to me, no one's ever sent me flowers-and now all of the sudden I have someone who seems to care, in ways no one ever has.... it's new, and wonderful and terrifying...
I don't know how you feel. Honestly, how could I...and well what if I am misinterpreting? What if I make things out to be more than they are and this strange, beautiful, wonderful fragile thing just ends up being...well, ordinary...and I suppose I'm scared...because what if once you start falling, you never really stop...?
All my meaning in flowers,
Virgil.
There was a flower nestled inside, it hadn't quite blossomed yet so he couldn't tell what it was
Dear Virgil,
Can I get a little serious here? I've never been in love before. I wouldn't know what it feels like. Though I do know that if you fall... you eventually have to hit the ground. You have to hit a point where that admiration... becomes emptiness. Right?
I've never talked to anyone like you Virgil. Actually I've never talked to anyone until you. It is strange... and beautiful and wonderful. Even though you have no idea who I even am. I never thought things like that could happen with two people who've never met.
Dee