My dearest Hannah,
I love you. More than you may every know. More than anyone else loves you. More than anyone can. You are the subject of a love that has never known fatigue, and never will. You seem to forget what that love has been through to get to today. What can't that love weather? Maybe it's foolish of me to hope for that love in return, but my hope stays strong. That's something else of mine that has never tired. Hope. I hope a great many things, but you, my dear, are above all else.
I love you so much. I hope you truly know that.
Your Davis
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