Stephen King. The green mile (№ 449991)

One evening, when the passion that burned me out of control, I wrote her a long, long letter, pouring out everything that overwhelmed my heart. I didn't even reread what I had written because I was afraid to stop. So I wrote it to the very end, and then a quiet voice in my head warned me that it was impossible to send such a letter, because with this letter I would simply put my heart in her palm. I ignored this voice in youthful vehemence.