Oh my heart. Combine this scene with the previous Bridget Jones's Diary scene and you pretty much have my ideal romantic moment. But, once again, things like this surely don't happen in real life. And if I received a letter like that it would probably be from a stalker not from a hunk like Wentworth.
Though I think Anne had it right when she said at the beginning of the scene:
"All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!"
Yey being a girl!