I love you.

I love you, and I never told you or wrote it down outright when I would write to you—but I wrote it upside down, backwards, then upside down and backwards. I scribbled it so messily that it became completely illegible; I scrambled the letters and wrote it down that way. I wrote it in numbers and in every language of the world that you did not know. I wrote it every possible way except for the way it would actually have been perspicuous to you.

And you never knew.