Full Frontal Assault

I'm so much more confident than I was a year ago, and that's almost all your doing. But is it any wonder I still doubt? I mean… you're the most beautiful, charming, amazing woman in the world, and I'm just… this guy, you know?

So you made yourself a new professional Facebook account. And you sent me a friend request from it. And I can't help but notice that I'm… a bit unique. Not the only man, to be sure. But the only one from the neighborhood. The only one from this particular circle.

And your very first post was several photos of yourself. All beautiful. And one… One that is just absolutely absurdly stunning. It knocked the breath out of me when I saw it at 2am, an hour after you posted it.

I'm already completely and totally yours, my love. But I'm not going to complain. That photo… I'm still dreaming of it nightly, a few weeks later.

And I wondered, at the time… Is this why you invited me to follow your professional account? Me, in particular, one of the first friend requests you sent, one of the first to accept. The job you do… your profession for this professional account… not exactly something anyone, including you, would expect me to take interest in (except where it pertains to you… which… I'm interested in everything about you, so…).

But then.

That photo would not be the last… in the couple of weeks since, you've posted… so many selfies and videos of yourself. All of you being absolutely gorgeous, as if you could help being any other way.

Including one this weekend… that neck… gosh, so much of that neck that I long to taste…

And now I wonder…

I don't expect that this is a show just for me. I don't believe you created this account for my benefit.

But I think you did know. You knew what your plans were for it. And you wanted to invite me along for that.

This is your version of me making sure I'm jogging along your route to work every chance I get, isn't it?

You. Putting yourself into my eye line. Making sure I see you, keeping you in my mind.

I've got a secret: you were already there. You've already been there. You are always there.

But I'm not going to complain.

This full-frontal assault? It's unnecessary… but keep it up.

Because it's keeping me up.

Every night.

And there ain't nothing wrong with that.