Hello dear sir, well meet. The pictures above are some of the ones I cropped from your answers to my disturbing way of looking at the world. I think that no amount of flowery, nor well-put words will ever match up to how beautiful your mind is. Somewhere along the way, I found myself writing a love story for you. Not that it matters of course. *nervous laugh*

His Perspective:

He sat on the couch. Of course he knew the ungentlemanliness of the act but e needed to sink into something comfortable. He’s telling her today. Someone who kept to himself, he was a man of few words, but was verbose around her. “I love you”, he heard himself say. The man sighed in relief. Now he has to wait.

Her Perspective:

The woman was sitting at a rather uncomfortable stool while the man was on the couch. She noted the irony of the situation. The apparent interchange of personalities was evident. She pondered about how easy it was to read his face now. He was an enigma, some sort of complicated puzzle she wanted to solve. And she did, eventually. She was trying to memorize every part of his face, his voice, without listening to what he was saying. “I love you”, he said. She was shocked, then it dawned on her; the puzzle was not yet solved after all.

Fastforward » Six months after -> Her Perspective

In an alternate universe I would hate you, loathe you. You say I couldn’t be sure that would happen because no one knows what might’ve been, or what could be. I say when it happens, I would make sure, even teach myself to. But we are living in this reality where I love you more than anything, it scares me.

Fastforward » A couple of years later -> Still Her Perspective

She was lying face-down on the duvet, covered by her favorite blanket, comforted by a book. The woman heard the jangling of keys, the turning of a doorknob. Footsteps then reached her room. she looked at the door and his eyes were lovingly planted on her, only her. He laid down beside her and hugged her. This was love.

So… yeah.

Dear sir, I know that when the love that is right for you finally comes it will be better than anything you ever dared imagine. It will be deeper than any feeling, it will be more enthralling than any thought, it will be close to perfection and you will be aware of it. Because it will all feel right for you, he will be right for you.

I know I promised you something amazing but this is as good as I get. *laughs* Words have this innate ability of escaping my grasp when I need them the most. Oh and the 60-100-60-60 word pattern was an idea from a friend who thinks I write stories that are as sappy as they come and too long to become interesting. Obviously I suck at it still. *laughs*

As you are reading this, I hope you feel even in the tiniest bit amused. I admire you, ate. I cannot explain it, I just do. Yet again, the combination of circumstance and feeling seemed perfect. You do know that I am a chicken, a coward who rarely ventures to unknown waters and today I have gathered enough courage to publish this.

Thank you, kundiman.

P.S. Please know that I will, forevermore, be in awe of how easily you put words together and make them into a masterpiece.

P.P.S. I hope this will be a start of a friendship.

P.P.P.S. Thank you, really.