A Disjointed Love Letter

You will probably never read this. That is okay. Little did I know I would fall in love with you. It didn't take long. When I saw your curly hair, large glasses and deep green eyes I was instantly mystified and hypnotized. I felt a longing. For a long time I was in denial. I have just accepted the truth a few minutes ago. Its monday august 12th, 2013 at 2:21 pm. I fell in love with you.

We never kissed. We never held hands. We skipped once. We talked a lot and once we sat on a tree stump back to back. I enjoyed that. We danced together. One night you grasped my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor and I held you in my arms. I enjoyed that. I am in love with you. 

The memories are fresh. Remember when we sat at Parc La Fountaine and had a picnic? We purchased cheese, pate, hot peppers, bread, and a few other condiments. We drank wine from empty beer cans and people watched. We also talked. I wish I remember what we talked about. In all honesty I feel as if we talked about everything. I grew comfortable in silence. I know you possess a maturity I lack and an intelligence I throughly need. How long will I love you? 

I never made a definitive move. I still have not. Fear, a constant theme in my writing today, took control. I was, and am, a coward. I did not want to lose you. I was afraid that if I showed my romantic intentions you would no longer wish to spend time with me. I did show them once. I kissed your shoulder. You seemingly ran away. I still do not understand what occurred. Could you love me? 

I kissed someone else. Her name is Kim. She is currently in Rome. When in Rome do as the Romans do. That sentence has no contextual meaning. My thoughts are disjointed. I suppose this is my disjointed love letter to you. One that you will most likely never read. I just saw pink jeans. I adore pink jeans; seen at 2:32 pm, august 12th 2013. 

I hope to see you again soon mon ami. I want you in my life and I feel that romantic love is out of the cards. Perhaps I will try one more time to convince you to gift me with your love. Sometimes we find people and share intimate moments and thoughts with them, and sometimes if we are lucky, they will fall in love with us. Maybe someday I will be lucky. If not with you with someone else. I still searching for someone to love and for someone to love me but until than I would like to say thank you. I love you and I am lucky to have met you. You infused an already beautiful trip with a mysticism I so thoroughly needed in my life. Your eyes, your voice, your opinions and your smile granted me wonderful memories and even more wonderful feelings. 

Until I see you next.