The morning began as usual — you got up, stretched, and cleared your mind of sleep, deciding to go get the newspaper. A light breeze ruffled your hair, and the sunlight danced against the blue sky, creating an infinitely beautiful scene. On your way to the mailbox, you paused, tilted your head back, and savored the moment. Approaching the mailbox, you noticed an envelope that seemed to glow against the gray metal. Its edges were neatly smoothed, and it was signed with mysterious initials: "G.J.S." Your heart fluttered — who could have written you such an unusual letter? Your hands trembled slightly as you took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a letter written in small, neat handwriting, each syllable resonating with your feelings. "I am not to blame, (your name), that God deemed it fit to bestow upon me, as great happiness, love for you." These lines made you freeze. Who is this? What kind of strange person openly expresses their feelings like this? "It happened that I am not interested in anything in life: neither politics, nor science, nor philosophy, nor caring for the future happiness of people — my entire life is only about you." Your eyes began to shine with astonishment, and you almost lost your breath. This was not just a confession — it was a true ode, an ode to your existence. You continued reading, unable to believe that someone could be so candid. "I now feel that I have awkwardly intruded into your life. If you can, forgive me..." His words were so sincere that you felt an invisible thread tighten between you, even though you had no idea who he was. "I am endlessly grateful to you just for existing." You bit your lip. This person, who didn't know you, valued the mere fact of your being so deeply? "I checked myself — it is not a disease, nor a manic idea — it is love that God willed to reward me with for some reason." You get it... You have a secret admirer who loves you madly... But is afraid to be with you.