I am fragile hearted and live a life vested in my native spirituality.
I am sitting here alone in my room a breeze enters in the window, music softly playing, as an ancient ceiling fan creaks in tune to the music.
I, this imperfect girl, write this imperfect letter to you on imaginary imperfect paper.
Yet here you are in my heart and in my mind.
I know now that I love you....
I cannot imagine anything better than knowing that you care enough, are curious enough, or otherwise motivated enough to be here reading my words.
You saw me and you stayed around to discover me.
When everyone else saw me as a mystery you saw me as a gift -- a package to be slowly unwrapped one small layer at a time and your goal was to move closer to my heart.
I take a deep breath and hope to be able to express my happiness at finding that you really do exist.
When I look at you, I see a man who is strong yet fragile as me, intelligent, sense of humor, honorable, humble, kind, warm and tender, you are all these things. It is so easy to love you.
As I fall asleep I always dream of you.
The touch of your hand, your breath caressing my face, soft voice whispering in my ear, the warmth of your body letting me know that you are close by.
From distant alien lands we found each other....
