“Elizabeth, you were right about the Mozart piece.
It somehow made everyone in New York look like
a viable romantic partner. I can’t escape it any longer.
I think I like opera. You are never to tell anyone this, ever.
“Your opera secret is safe with me.
I’ve been relistening to the music after each of your letters.
I like hearing your take and then revisiting them.
And eventhough Pennsylvania stands between us, knowing we’re hearing
the same sounds makes me feel you are not all that far away.
If I haven’t been clear about this. I miss you.
Hmm, don’t really know why. I barely know you.
By the way, handwritten letters?
Greatest thing in the world.”