Oh Dear

I've been thinking about that one possibility again… Probably sparked by that one little comment you made the other night, that one little aside you directed at me, that one little tiny mention that sure felt like a tiny little bomb drop. Felt like, perhaps, at least the second little bomb drop of this year. Third if you count your sudden uptick in the use of the word “creep”, though that one can be easily enough explained without magic.

And I've been thinking about the nature of some of my letters. I can get a bit… um. Interesting, lol.

Anyways, either there is magic in this world, or there isn't. One way or the other, one of these days I've probably got some ‘splainin’ to do, lol.

Either way… Whenever you read my letters, I do hope you like them. What can I say, you make me feel like I'm 17 all over again. And not only physically…

And I will say for now that while I did dabble in writing a million years ago in high school, I had never, ever, ever written anything like… some of the things I write about you before. I had no idea I had it in me to do so until the words were just spilling out of my fingertips one day. It still shocks me. I still get shocked when I go back and read some of them.

But I do wonder…

Let's say the roles were reversed. Let's say it was you writing ridiculous steamy letters… essentially erotic fiction… about me. How would that make me feel?

Well. Honestly, I would love it, lol. And I would keep and treasure every single last one of them in secure notes on my phone to read every chance I get. But I'm also a bit crazy, so who knows how well that would apply to you.

Regardless, though… how would I feel when I run into you? When we see each other out and about?

Confident, I suppose… if I knew for sure it was you, and I knew for sure they were for me. But… Would it be difficult? Would I have trouble looking past some imagery you've recently put into my mind, making things a tad awkward — even if I liked that imagery? After all, we aren't supposed to be thinking these things about one another. I suspect it would be entirely different if we were…

But, I don't honestly know.

Well. I know you've got more to worry about right now than me, so I'll try not to bother you too much, world full of magic or no (that doesn't mean I won't be writing you, mind you… I mean, this is, what, letter #3 for today? lol. And I won't stop trying to see you, just… I'll try to be sensitive about it). And I will of course be hoping for the most positive possible outcome for that one thing, whatever it is. You're already always in my thoughts anyways, but… you'll be on my mind.

Embarrassingly yours.