Letter to you.

Dearest you,

I don't know if you know me. Know if I exist. Know anything.
But I wish to.
I remember that day that I saw you. That day that everything changed.
Am I just pulling myself on a twisted path, not knowing where I will be dragged to next.
Or is this where I'm supposed to go?
Your eyes, they were filled with kindness. Your face, your smile. Amazing.
I got that sense of knowing, that you were better than most.
You could sacrifice everything you are,
for something you love.
You care. You give. You love.
All that I could possibly dream of, would be that one day, you'd know I exist on this lonely planet.
You'd know anything and everything. And that something big, something would come out of this.
But I know that there's nothing I can say. Because I don't know where you stand, or what you think.
Is there another she? Or are you one of those who just doesn't want to be part of that scene.
I'd understand either way. But I think it's too late.
If I were to have the news broken to me now, it would only take a couple days,
hopefully, to get over it.
But what if this is more than I think. Or less.
I'll never know.
But all I can do is try. Attempt to show you who I am,
and show you the amazing things that I see, without even knowing your basics.
So dearest human, I ask, that when I see you next, we can try.
But please, if this isn't right. Oh how I ask God to show me.
I don't want another failed attempt.
Not another bloody romance.
And even though I swore I would never fall again.
It's not my fault.
You tripped me.

Sincerely,
Truly.Madly.Deeply.