Dear beautiful man,
I stopped thinking about you for a while. It will be almost two years since I last saw you. I can’t believe I’m back to square one. Infatuated with you all over again. I haven’t even spoken to you. this is absurd.
I miss your smile. If I heard your voice in a crowd I could still recognize it. I always remember when one of your (handsome) peers stood right beside you and I sat there comparing you. You made him disappear. I liked when your face got extra scruffy. Thanks to you I have a thing for beards and goatees now. Don’t shave.
P.S don’t get married either.