This one’s dedicated to a relatively special lady. She knows who she is:
Baby, you’re virtually breathtaking. Almost the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen very few eyes as enchanting as yours and feel similarly about your lips.
The mere thought of you sends shivers most of the way down my spine. While it doesn’t quite make my palms sweat, it gives them a definite moisture that was not there before. Even writing this right now, while I technically can stop smiling, it requires a focused effort, and I admit that I’m still eating and sleeping at a healthy level, but I have been doing both a little bit less than usual since meeting you.
You occupy a portion of my thoughts that is near a majority of those thoughts dedicated to women, which is a majority of my thoughts. That’s a pretty big chunk if you think about it. Did that make sense? Being almost in love is a funny thing, because it doesn’t make sense unless you think about it a bit. Just today, I hardly noticed most of the other women around me. In fact, the only ones that were able to catch my eye were, well, very hot. Believe me when I say that I only have eyes for you and a select few others.
Do I have a chance with you? That almost-consuming question has quasi-lingered, rendering my mind still useful, but not for as many things as it could focus on before. If you are unsure I would do or attempt many things to win your affection. I would ride up to 75 miles on a bicycle. For your heart I would run 4 miles, provided I could take a break in the middle. I would even climb a mountain for you depending on my schedule, the height and how my ankle is treating me (a big “if” lately, but that’s for another entry).
Please put me out of my discomfort and tell me! If your answer is no, I certainly understand and will have to figure out how to live without you. If you do feel the same way, however, this could be the beginning of an above-average relationship, one in which I, after some consideration, promise that I will be there for you for a lot, if not most, of the rest of your life.
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