Okay, I was myself. I kept it all together… I wasn’t pretending to be someone I wasn’t.

You were much more than I remember. Maybe it was because I was still clouded by tentacles from the shadowy past when I first met you. Perhaps it was the dark lighting and loud music that I wasn’t able to get to know you well. It’s moot now.

You were very nice… everything about you was perfect, in my eyes. I felt your aura enveloping my being. You were radiant. Now that my black canvas is beginning to be dotted with emerging stars, yours is glisttering bright. Perhaps a luminous beacon of hope. Where do we go from here?

Do you think you can like me, love me?

Because I think I can like you very much. Love you too. How do I know? Because my heart hasn’t fluttered like this for a long time.

I wrote you an email… I have hit refresh on my Gmail account too many times to count now. I can’t wait to hear back from you.

Am I afraid? Oh yes I am… I’m afraid that you won’t accept me. I’m afraid of you leaving for Toronto. I’m afraid that I’m rushing too fast as I always do. But this time it feels very different. I think we have so much in common… Don’t you think that how we met is almost serendipitous?

I wish you can hear these words of mine. I hope that some fairy or angel can carry these thoughts and feelings into your dreams tonight.

Until our next conversation or meeting… my heart will continue to flutter in anticipation.