I wish I could tell you how I feel.
I wish I could say that it bothers me that you asked her to the dance and that it’s silly, because you can’t even ask me seeing as I am in a different city. I wish I could tell you that you changed my life the day you sent me that letter and for some reason it actually reached me which is a miracle in itself. I wish I could tell you that you are both the highlight and the low light of my day. Highlight, because you never cease to make me smile, but low light because that smile is always stolen by the idea that it will probably never work. Maybe it will even work, but I’m just too afraid to try. I wish I could tell you that you are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep and you just occupy the space in my mind in between as well.
I wish I could tell you that I am falling in love with you, but for now I will just write a blog post about it, because otherwise I might burst. So, I will just tell you that I am glad she said yes and that she liked the flowers and that I am glad we met. So very glad.