Dear Love...
Why is this so hard....I wish you could tell her how deeply I care for her...how my lonely nights become enslaved with the thoughts of her....never sexually...or should I say rarely...Because Love, you and I both know....what happens to the opportunist....I want you to tell her how her smile makes me smile...how he never existed in my eyes because I was so focused on her....I want to but I cant....Im not sure why....this is a mystery to us both...I mean between me and you....because I know you are wondering why in the world would I ask a stranger to deliver a message so sacred....I often wonder the exact same thing......mystery that I cannot solve.....not that I would want to, but I try so hard to do so....paradox I know...but thats the thing.....thats why I cant tell her....the beautiful complex equations that is her essence allows me to want to avoid finding the answer, but why do you ask? What do you do when you are finished with a math problem.....exactly, move on to the next one.....so I want her to know I wanna keep and study her like the world's hardest physics equation....not because shes so hard to figure out but because I AM A NERD....love this is why....this is not based on the physicality of her being, but rather the Einstein aura that embodies her....she understands me....more than any other.....so much so that I sometimes envy her, I rarely understand myself....its funny how I never knew you....but now I cant keep your name off my lips....love that is....love her
Yours truly, Recovering Undercover Lover
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