I’m writing you this letter because you asked me to write you a letter. I’m not exactly sure of your expectations but here goes.
I find it interesting that you find me interesting. You with your seemingly innocent voice and charm, seeing beauty and love in dark places, freezing memories in time and sometimes rewriting them to suit your wildly vivid imagination.
You asked if I had a crush on you. My answer was No. You thought I was playing at being coy. The truth is that my answer is No. I don’t have a crush on you. (And it’s not because I don’t remember how a crush is supposed to feel)
I have gotten to know you, so I know there’s more to your boyish laughter and charm. I know that you genuinely love God and I suspect He even has a pet name for you. I know that beneath your childish eagerness to see the world and make beautiful memories is a deep need to imprint the world with your legacy. I know that underneath all that sing-song, easy going charm is a calculated and fastidious Man who knows exactly what he wants out of life. (Most times)
I admire your gifts – That raw ability to freeze memories at exactly the right time and put words to the most complicated of human emotions in a way that provokes the understanding of the simplest person.
I am neither coy nor fluid. I don’t know why we met. I do know however that there is something big in front of you. I also know that soon, I will understand why we met. Meanwhile, I’m glad I met you.
P.S feel free to use me as your muse.