Hey you,
It’s been awhile since we talk. Feels like I’ve been avoiding you. I don’t know why. Strange, since you’re the very person I long to see and talk with. I miss you.
I even don’t know why I wrote this. Did I hope that somehow you’d find this insignificant blog and read my note to you? Yes, I do, although you may not realize for whom I wrote it. Well, no matter.
Do you know something? I’ve never really thought of myself as an happy person. Yes I know that I have a wonderful life, more than I can say compared to a lot of others. Still, people tend to look up instead of down. Myself included. When I looked up, all I see is Can you blame me for that? Hm, maybe you should. I know I should 
But, I remember one particular day where I felt…happy. You were there.
What is it about you, I wonder? Is it maybe your smile? Your personality? Your ideals? What? I’ve been trying to figure it you and yet found no definite answers. Maybe it’s just you. Your whole being. Oh, I know that I sounded like a guy hitting on women in singles bar, but really that’s how I feel. Put a name to it, might as well call it love. Hey, bingo! Hehehe.
Yeah, that’s me. Can’t help myself not to joke around all the time. Sorry.
Love, infatuation, whatever. It’s not important. You made me happy, and for me, that means a lot. Problem is, can I do the same to you? My below standard self-esteem says no. There you go. This delirious, pot-bellied, professional procrastinator couldn’t possibly have anything interesting to offer you. And I believed that. Me. The biggest ego this side of hemisphere felt inadequate. You must be really something, and hey, you are.
By this time I bet I’m beginning to bore you. I’d better make it short then *a bit too late for that*. I know, that looking to far ahead, like wanting to be with you, is like waiting for world peace. Impossible in our lifetime. Thus, for know, all I want is just to see you again. That’s it. We can have some coffee or something, your choice. After that, well, let’s just see. Perhaps another coffee, perhaps more. Who knows? Maybe, just maybe, world peace is possible after all.
Now, it’s time for bed. I hope you’ll have a good night…and dearest, have a sweet dream.
