January 18, 2007
My dearest,
Yes, my dear. At times I am at a loss for words but only when it comes to you. Racing isn't the only thing that excites me. If I told you about half of the dreams I've had about you . . .
I have to make this short, my love, as I hear Mom calling for me. (I told her I'd help her with some baking.) But I will promise you this. If you do not like the flirting then I shall my best not to flirt or make you feel like some other girl is worth more than you. That is far from the truth.
Anyway, I must go. I shall see you soon . . .
All of my heart,
Speed
PS About the suit . . . one step ahead of you. I already have one bought and, no, you cannot see it. Not until I pick you up on Valentine's Day. Until then . . .