Love letter # 744

You can tell. I sense it in your smile, the way you linger. You know I’ve noticed. Or think I have.

Something makes you pop. Cooler, brighter, more alive. An essence, a hidden something? When we connect, however briefly, it feels like a leap. We vault the gaps that others disappear into.

Yet I have been here before, watched the dream bleed into the mundane. Into agony. This is why I am writing today. Reality.

I do not know who you are; however much my heart pretends. Nor have I truly seen you. All I have to go on is a flicker of light. A dazzle, maybe not so far from being sunblind.

We all want to be the exception. So common. This is likely just another false dawn. I have already accepted it. Had I not, you would not be receiving this.

Because I have nothing to lose, I am emboldened to ask for everything. And right now…that is you.