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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?