Sir,
It's hard to explain really. And if you'd ask me, I wouldn't even know what to respond.
I know nothing of you, of your life — just tiny fragments. I have never seen you, smelled you, touched you. I cannot pinpoint my "ah-ah" moment, what you did to trigger this in me. I think it was subtle, a slow burn fire — similar to the one in your voice.
It's all the minuscule things. The tone of your voice when you address me, the small attentions making me feel special, the patience and forgiveness you have with me and not others, how you make me laugh and leave a huge smile on my face every time — how familiar you feel.
To be very honest, it's also likely fueled by a projection of what you represent — what is currently missing in my life and in my relationship. You seem fun, stable, responsible — oh so slightly dominant. You seem good for me. You're older, wiser — you're a proper man. "Boys build shacks, men build homes" — I'm with the former but need the latter.
Yes, I know… It's not you, it cannot be you. Just let me be delulu a little longer, it's strangely healing.
See you, one day — in a parallel universe, likely.
May 2025 bring you all that you wish for.
May I be part of it.