I tried again with how you made my heart flutter, then another time with how you took my breath away. I kept writing hours after hours, then weeks, months, years, no matter night or day.
What do you see in me that make you wait so patiently? When all I did was penning letters full of flaws. You laughed, then winked, dear lord, how that confused me, then told me perhaps three words were all you’d been waiting for.