To the man who will never read this:
I would like to tell you something. It’s straight from my scarred, romantic heart. When first we met, I wasn’t sure what to think about you. I eyed you up and down, wary of you. I found it attractive the way you carried yourself. You stood tall and lumbering, but not in an aggressive way. I was not intimidated as much as I was intrigued. I will admit I didn’t find you as attractive as I do now. But from the first date we went on, I began to fall in love with your mind. I began to fall in love with your in depth answers to life’s most interesting questions. I began to fall in love with the stories you’d tell, and how animated they made you. The way your left lip moved a little higher when you spoke, and the way your eyes seemed to see so much more of me than anyone else’s when you’d look at me.
I fell in love with the softness of your hands, even though they were used for hard work and calloused.
I fell in love with your body. It is carved into a masterpiece from life and dedication. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, you’re beautiful. I have fallen for the man I know now. And although I don’t know everything about you, nor will I ever, I just wanted you to hear this. Even though you’ll never read this.
I’ve fallen head over heels for you. And for now I believe keeping you with me fondly but at a distance is what’s best.
I hope I get to keep loving you, beautiful man.
