Dear ,

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i write this to an unknown lover, maybe soon to be heart breaker of the only heart i've ever wore.
But as i write i feel the sense of urgency pumping through me and directing to write every single word out.
My hands shake, worried that they won't work fast enough with the images swirling and the words that have yet connected themselves, to make sentences instead of inspiring emotions.
My mind feels it all caged inside and it dies slowly, wanting, needing to release all it has to offer. The only thing it has to offer.
With this i always wonder when we first shall meet, and the questions tumble down a long staircase leaving me breathless and confused.
Will you make my heart pound with anticipation of an unknown destiny or will our eyes be devoid of emotion towards each other?
I think about the meeting and hope that you will see past my flaws, appreciate it past all that has left me scarred.
Will you hold my hand first?
Will my hands perspire from being so close to you, nervous?
Butterflies cover the inside of my body, threatening to fly away out of me and into a world it has never known.
will you cry with me, laugh with me, feel with me?
will you understand my half thoughts and the impulse i have to hold your hand under the table when we go for dinner?
will you feel the strength of my words as i whisper them on your ear?
will you love me the way I shall probably love you?
It kills me to know of this love to come and i hope with all the composes me that you will recognize me for more than a face, than a smile.
I hope you find me before the world turns even more bitter and decided to take destiny against us, making me desolate and always craving for your love.