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My dearest Nellie,
Something quite strange happened earlier. Not strange in a bad way, it was just interesting, I suppose. One of my customers was talking to me, he had mentioned his wife or something. If I'm being entirely honest, my mind was elsewhere for part of the conversation. Hilariously enough, he then said something about how he sometimes gets distracted during work because he's thinking of her. I told him I understand what that's like, since I often think of you. I had intended to leave it at that, but I always prove myself unable to shut up once you're mentioned. Anyway, the man had assumed that you were my wife. A bit odd considering there's a sign right outside of your shop that refers to you as Mrs. Lovett. I corrected him, but I didn't mind the assumption. You know, I once thought I'd never remarry, that I'd never want to remarry. Of course, I had also once thought I'd never love again at all. Interesting how that turned out. Anyway, I don't intend to rush into marriage, but I can't deny that I quite like the thought of marrying you eventually. I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do you remember the times that people assumed we were married, and they called you Mrs. Todd? I remember how happy that made you, it was adorable. I’ll admit that I love the way it sounds- Nellie Todd. I've thought of this a few times, more often than I've admitted to. Again, I don't want to rush anything, but I will say: I'd be so happy to someday be able to call you my wife.
I'll love you always, my future Mrs. Todd. (I'm sorry, I just love how it sounds)
Forever yours,
Sweeney