To the one I never told.
I ordered two coffees without thinking. Yours went cold on the table between us, and I drank mine too slow, and we talked about the movie, the parking, a friend of yours I've never met. You asked if I was okay. Yeah, I said. I was so okay it hurt.
Here's the whole letter: I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. You sat right there for two hours with it on the table between us, in a cup nobody drank, and I said nothing.
Because saying it turns it into a question, and I don't have an answer for what happens after. So let this be a note, not a bill. Nothing owed. You can put it in your pocket and never bring it up. I just didn't want to keep ordering a second cup for no reason.
Anyway. The movie was fine. Same table next week?