ON SOMETHING I WROTE 12 YEARS AGO (II)

"The most romantic work ever created" continues...

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Slowly, unsure yet full of confidence all at once, I approach you, not noticing, not caring about the events that transpire around me. My eyes wander, but the image I see remains the same. My mind races through scenarios, you won't talk to me, you turn your back and walk away, you just don't notice me. I doubt all of these. Somehow I just know that you aren't that type of person. The feeling flying through my body escalates, building, climbing, reaching, what to say?

My fears are laid to rest as I draw nearer. Our eyes meet again, and you smile. The smile sends shocks vaulting through my mind. I almost laugh, embarrassed, the greeting I offer is a mask - I want to tell you, to tell the room, to tell the world, that I think you are the most graceful, most amazingly beautiful, most perfect woman I have ever encountered. I want to tell you that I love you.

But I can't.

Excitement buzzes around us, I can almost feel it, pulsing rhythmically, in perfect synchronization with the pounding of my heart. I can barely restrain myself - my Juliet, my Venus, my love. By now it seems as though every eye in the room has taken note of us. Something special is happening here, now.

Our conversation flows, like some mighty river that will not be dammed. You are easy to talk to - I don't feel like I'm speaking, it's as if you can read my thoughts, my heart, directly.

Always. Forever. Eternity. These are the words that flash through my mind. Do you read these? Will you believe them? You are beautiful tonight - but you don't have to be. Even at your worst, I will stand beside you, supporting you, admiring you. And time will pass, and play his cruel games with our lives, our life. But time and nature, fate and destiny, heaven above and hell below can not and will not change my feelings for you. Read my heart, dear, and know this:

I love you.
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Re-reading this, I am a leetle embarrassed by parts of it, but that "time and nature..." part is still one of my favorites. Sadly, the girl who inspired it did not swoon and then ask me out, as I'd secretly planned. Maybe it was the Juliet/Venus line that did it...