Dear You
If you’re able to see this, then it means I’ve finally worked up the courage to spill my thoughts and tell you what is really on my mind… So good for me. You may not know me as well as you think, but I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. But the truth is, there’s no easy way to say this, and so I guess I’ll just say it: I’ve met someone. I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. And the next thing I knew I felt like I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. And so there’s been this feeling in my gut when she’s around. She’s completely nuts in a way the makes me smile. Highly neurotic, and a great deal of maintenance required. She is you. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I don’t know how to be with you right now. That scares the shit out of me because I have this feeling that if I’m not with you right now, we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big, bad world full of crazy twists and untimely turns and people have a tendency to blink and miss the moment… The moment that could have changed everything. I don’t know exactly what is going on with us, and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn… You smell good. And you make great Pesto Chicken Florentine. And I just can’t stand to walk away. That’s gotta count for something, right?
