Love letter # 264

The way you looked last night – in the evening light – in that lovely dress – it forced me to confess. I think about you all the time, and I wonder if we will ever, ever be.

I am wracked with reservation, (having heard your stories of bad men and broken hope), but this does not mean I have not dreamed. Not imagined your kiss. Heard you sigh in quiet fantasy.

And yet I know the rough and unforgiving terrain of man and woman as well as any. I have seen and felt its jarring bumps – and yes, I am more than a little afraid.

Yet, should it be your wish, I will risk a further bruise for you, if only to have another chance at joy.