and i will make you worthy of that love.

my dearest tilda swinton,

do you remember that time that i was very much in love with you? it was when i gave you every red cross flag in the city. (there are quite a lot of them this month, all huddled around city hall. i think that they are very beautiful. and they are yours!) i do hope you liked them. i'm entirely too smitten with you, and i really don't know what i'm going to do with myself for the rest of my life without you, besides run off to a nunnery, or to sea. and yet, despite my love for you (i am ashamed to say it. please forgive me and continue to be just as kind and cold to me as you always are once you know.) i have never yet seen orlando. and it is my favourite book! i am a terrible creature, worthy of nothing. i can only hope that in our long, separate futures, you'll remember to pity me once or twice.

eternally yours,

jack, sir grey, completely unworthy of you, et cetera.