Perhaps by now you know my intentions. Perhaps by now you know that I truly wish that you could know me just by seeing me. I wish that all it took was one look to see into my soul and my mind. I wish that I did not have to say these words, or even pen them.
But, as you have already figured out, I cannot do this. These wishes are empty, full of holes, and worthless to all but me. They will forever be my wish; every time I see a shooting star. Every time I blow out candles on a cake, or find a genii. It will remain with me till the day I die.
If only, if only, that is all I can think. I do not know if you will ever realize what I truly mean when I say what I do. I will never know if you realize that the way you look makes me stop and stare, holding my breath, wishing you would look back and realize what I realized so long ago. I wonder if you will ever truly see me.
But perhaps I already know the answer.
Love,
M
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