The Love Letter

Dearest,

“Do you know how in love with you I am?

Did I trip? Did I stumble? Loose my balance? Graze my knee? Graze my heart?

I know I’m in love when I see you. I know when I long to see you. I’m on fire.

Not a muscle has moved. Leaves hang unruffled by any breeze. The air is still.

I have fallen in love without taking a step.

You are all wrong for me and I know it. But I no longer care for my thoughts unless they’re thoughts of you.

When I’m close to you, I feel your hair brush my cheek when it does not. I look away from you sometimes, then, I look back.

When I tie my shoes, when I peel an orange, when I drive my car, when I lie down each night without you, I remain.”

Yours,