My dearest Harry,
Why do I love you? This has been my meditation, my study for years, Harry. Why do I love you? You, Harry, who has felt for so long that you are unworthy of love: unworthy of the love of your children; unworthy of the love of your colleagues and friends; and unworthy of the love of a woman who has loved you, and only you, for years. You are worthy, Harry. You are most worthy and there are abundant reasons why…
Your devotion to the protection of the British people and trying your best to do the right thing;
Your courage to make decisions that would paralyze others but which must be made day after day and year after year by you;
Your loyalty to principles you hold dear and which keep us from becoming that which we fight everyday;
Your soul, which is so gentle and remains protected deep within yourself but of which I catch a glimpse when I look in your eyes;
Your heart, which is filled with love for many but which you keep hidden to most; and
Your eyes, which gaze upon me with such love and adoration.
But most of all, I love the way you have put your trust in me to show me who you really are.
How do I love you? I love you with my whole heart, Harry. I love you with a heart that needs to grow bigger to contain all the love I have for you. I love you with a heart that hurts so much when we are separated and is healed when we come together. I love you with a heart that so wants to make you happy. I love you with a heart that will love you when we laugh and still love you when we row. I love you with a heart that calls forth the best in you but will also love the worst bits.
I love you, Harry. And I hope that I will be worthy of your love. I love you, Harry, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me and let me love you with the same depth of feeling that I know you love me? Let me love you, Harry. Let me prove my love for you. Let me love you with all the love you deserve. Let me love you, Harry, with my whole being. Let me love you, Harry.
Your Ruth.