DANCING

I met you dancing and I remember the first time I saw you...the very sight of you...

I am going to write your name. They will delete it. That's okay with me, but it feels more real if I include it.

To _____
I don't know if you'll ever see this, but if you do, it will be after, probably, probably long after and I don't want that "after" to happen, but somethings just do. I can't stop them. I've tried.

I met you during a time when we, simply put, cannot be. I don't know what else to do. I guess I have to forget about you. Not that I can. I doubt you can bear reading this letter, so I have to send it, up into the sky, where all the things un-said and un-done between us still live. I believe I could love you. I only wish I could get to know you better. But you need this time to be alone, to get over him.

I don't know how he could have left you, and while I don't want to be your rebound, I would give a lot to watch you sleep or see your eyes light up in a smile. When I do see you, I can't talk or think or do very much. I lose it. But every time, it's the best time, the only time that I remember for days. So I hope your soul can hear me, in your quiet lands, where no one goes, and one day later maybe in the hush of a winter's wind, you will hear me. I am reaching out to you...then

Hopelessly and Undeniably Yours