A letter

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Enough of sentimental and philosophical writing. I thought I could add some variety in here by posting something I heard somewhere, its copied yes ,but worth a read. A love letter from Mr. X to Ms. Y.

Just to make it clear, it has been posted just because of the beauty of it. Not intended for anyone.


"There is no easy way to say this, so I will just say this.I met someone, it wasn't an accident, it wasn't on the make, I wasn't looking for it, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another and the next thing I knew was,  that i wanted to spend rest of my life in the middle of that conversation and I got this gut feeling that she might be the one. She is completely nuts,in a way that  makes me smile, highly neurotic, the great deal of maintenance required.  
Yes she is you "Y" thats the good news, the bad is that I dont know how to be with you right now,  and it scares the shit out of me  because if I am not with you right now, this feeling will get lost out there. Its a big bad world with twists and turns and people are blinking and missing the moments, the moment that could have changed everything. I don't know whats going on with us and I cant tell you why you should take a leap of faith on the likes of me.But damn you smell good,like home and you make excellent coffee and thats gonna count for something right!? call me"


unfaithfully yours
X


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