Angel,
Last night in the car, I told you that you are beautiful. You had been at the gym, you were not 'done up' and you were feeling tired... I told you that you are beautiful and as you usually do, you laughed it off.
Earlier in the day at lunch, I sat across from you - watching you as you worked, thought, talked, and ate. You wore a black turtleneck and your hair down, framing your face. I wanted to tell you then, but held my tongue - I am not sure why I did...
At different times, in different places, changed lighting, changed clothing and moods... whenever I look at you, I can see your beauty. I see you and my heart skips and my breath catches... I look at you and am filled up to the point of bursting...
There are times when I wonder what it is you ever saw in me... I still have difficulty in believing that you could ever have turned your eyes in my direction... I am even more surprised that I have held your attention for this long..
If you try to believe your beauty, I will try to believe that I deserve you...
Just me.
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