Dear Karen:

If you are reading this, it means I actually woked up the courage to mail it, so, good for me.

You don't know me very well, but if you get me started, I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this... this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.

There is no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: I met someone, it was an accident, I wasn't looking for it, I wasn't on the make, it was the perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another, the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Now there is this feeling in my gut: "she might be the one". She is completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic. A great deal of maintainence required.

She is you, Karen.

That's the good news, The bad is I don't know how to be with you right now, and it scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now, I have this feeling we'll get lost out there.

It's a big bad world full of twisting turns, and people have a way of blinking, missing the moment, the moment that could have changed everything.

I don't know what's going on with us, and i can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good, like home, and you make excellent coffee, that's gotta count for something, right?

Call me.

Unfaithfully yours,

Hank Moody.

http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=u6mkeLJwnTY