Bloglander

I loved you dearly forever ago. I was just too afraid to tell you so, though I suspect that you knew. Then you left. And I went out and met someone, a very WRONG someone! (He got the sack shortly after the miracle and pride of my life arrived.) But I never forgot you, even though years passed without my seeing your face. I occasionally thought of you and sometimes even dreamt of you. Afterwards, I would search the (online) white pages for you, but nothing. (When I had left work for motherhood, I asked our former boss and some of our former co-workers to tell you, if they ever saw you, that I wanted to get in touch). Then, thanks to Facebook, we're friends once more! I was so happy, and so incredibly nervous, when I finally got to see you again. Sitting there with you, I was so flustered; every time I looked into your eyes, my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. (Oh, those eyes! That goofy smile!) You're still the same amazing, wonderful man that I remembered! Sadly, I'm afraid I've blown it. (The werewolf told me that you are not at all interested). Even so, no matter what happens now, I MUST tell you what I was too scared to say before: that you were and still are the sweetest, funniest, smartest, most adorable man I have ever known. You can't possibly know the regret that I feel and have always felt at not having told you this before. (P.S. I do NOT and NEVER will like the werewolf)