I’ve been wrestling with the words to tell you for quite some time. I try to catapult them from my lips. The letters wind up loosely woven together into nothing of substance.

In my mind you are masterfully intriguing all on your own. I can hardly concentrate on mass because you have a way of commanding my focus. My eyes bounce from one page to another and back to you in reiteration. Your presence eludes resolve while my restraint leaps out the window. I want your smile to shine down on me, hand out stretched, and allow your eyes to commit arson burning down the walls my years have built.

My imagination runs wild thinking about what I would do if our eyes actually met.

I want you to swing open the door, catch me off guard, and escape into the night with my deepest feelings. I am absolutely convinced if I had five minutes with you that you would be more amazing than I’ve imagined in your own right.

To me you are everything.

I have vague plans to melt and reconfigure all the railroad tracks in the universe if I don’t meet you before my one way ticket to eternity expires.

Till then, I’ll be waiting second star to the right.

I want it like that.

How can you miss someone you don’t know or have yet to meet?

Now get back to work.