Dear West Wing,
I don’t want to freak you out, but I think I love you.
There. I said it.
I know we’ve only been together for 3 episodes, but the love I feel can’t be denied. Your humor, intelligence, and sincerity are remarkable and I just can’t stop thinking about you.
I must admit, I feel a bit foolish. I kept you at arm’s length; I didn’t come around for a long time. All the while, you were there, patiently waiting for me. Everyone else knew from the very beginning that you were something special and in this very moment I can’t understand why I waited so long to start watching you.
I’m sorry, West Wing, for not coming to my senses sooner. I only hope you'll give our love the chance it deserves to flourish and bloom in the garden of happiness. With that said, I am even sorrier to tell you that I am going away for two months. This puts a fjord-sized hole in our budding relationship, I know. But something tells me you’ll wait for me just a bit longer. You’re just that wonderful. I’ll think about you every day while I’m gone.
All my love,