Me.

Well, I'll tell you what. I want to know everything about you. It's presumptuous of me to think you might have such an interest in me, but… you do seem to somehow know off the top of your head exactly what brand of shoe I've been wearing, even though there are a million lookalikes and the branding on them is rather understated. So. Perhaps you are? Well. Here are a handful of things about me that may not be that obvious, but you probably ought to know.

• I'm a huge nerd. Ok, you probably already know that, lol. But, have you looked closely at that photo you clicked “like” on a couple years ago of my workspace? Those shelves? Yes, those are LEGOs on those shelves. Oh, I don't play with them or anything like that. But, I do collect and build them. Well. Knock-offs, mostly. I'm not made of money, after all.
• I, uh… I just sort of start singing from time to time. That's already bad enough (and before you say anything… yes, it is bad… awful… be thankful you haven't heard it yet). But also… it nearly always features me modifying the lyrics to fit the situation. Really, that's what usually triggers it. 🎶Got a feeling ‘23 is going to be a good year🎶. Reminds me, I had a rather awful one for you, back before you changed jobs. Sorry, Van Halen! At least it had the right number of syllables…
• I have… have always had… an almost absurd fascination with your hips and ass. You know. In case that wasn't clear from some of my earlier letters. Only sight in this universe that turns me on more is that smile of yours. And god, your eyes, staring endlessly into mine.
• Yeah. That smile of yours. Oof. Does me in every time. Every. Single. Time.
• Speaking of that smile, I suppose thanks to Facebook, I have ready access to a whole slew of beautiful photos of you. But… I do like to keep things kosher, so I picked one of the very, very few photos of you that's already in my photo library (she took them all… I've never taken one, as much as I might like to…) for your contact on my phone. I suspect maybe you wouldn't love it, but you know what? That smile of yours was already enchanting me even before you finished going through your “awkward thirties”. You have always been beautiful, you always will be beautiful. Just a fact of life.
• As much as I love that photo of you, I would replace it instantly with that selfie you recently posted from the Christmas tree lot if I felt ok to. I know I've mentioned it a few times already at this point, but seriously… sheesus. It boggles my mind that there exists a person in this world who is so astonishingly pretty… and it's you.
• Even now, months later, I can't decide what my favorite moment from the camping trip was. It's currently a tossup, though, between you looking back at me and thanking me for telling you that story, and you laughing at… what, was I making faces? I don't even know why it tickled you so much (lol, perhaps that giant margarita helped?), but god that laugh… Yeah. If I could just relive either of those moments on infinite repeat, I'd be in my own personal heaven.
• You have no idea how badly I want to touch you. Good lord, the desire for just that drives me absolutely insane. Frequently. But, you know what? If we never move past this current stage of mutual adoration… So long as I get to spend time with you on a regular basis, I think I could be ok. Because the only thing I want more than to touch you is to know you. The only thing in this universe more powerful than my lust for you is my love for you. And I could probably force that love into a platonic-shaped container, if I absolutely had to, if getting to be around you was contingent on it.
• But I'd still have very inappropriate thoughts about you every single day. I'd just keep them to myself. … I suppose that's not so very different from how things are now, come to think of it.
• I'm embarrassingly cheesy. I get sentimental about the oddest things. I've teared up at more than a few movies. I just… feel things. And I'm not afraid of it.
• I had only planned to take music lessons through Covid. It's ridiculously difficult for me to keep up with it now that the kids have activities every other evening. But, not only have I found that I really, really enjoy it… I just really like my teacher. And he keeps introducing me to new-to-me music that makes me think of you. As if I need that, lol. The top song on that playlist I posted was one of those, even though the song is older than he is… Older than I am even, turns out. Lol. And, yeah… I can almost sort of play it, or could, at any rate. Wrong instrument, though, so I don't really break it out too often.
• I'm not the messiest person in my household, but I'm not not messy, either. I do make some attempt, but I've got a lot of room for improvement. I know this is getting ahead of things a bit but, should we ever live together… I would do my very best to do much, much better. For you. I can't know for sure, but I suspect you like a clean house.

I suppose that's enough for now. Gotta leave some mysteries for you. Can't wait to see you next, my love. I very much hope I get to learn some new things about you, when I do.

Yours,
♒️