October 2, 2011
I keep saying that I won't get ahead of myself - no need to rush to conclusions here, just take it slow. But every time we intersect I walk away amazed; I've never had a drug like your smile. I'm not certain what I can even offer you but I would love the chance to find out. What a puzzle piece you are, fitting in a space I'd never noticed before. I wonder how you'd feel if you understood what I see in you. And I wonder, too, how I'd feel if I knew what you saw when looking at me.