Dear Tall Dark Stranger,

You don't know me completely even barely and vice versa, but I do love you. And I was hoping that you would love me too. And when you do begin to love me don't stop because whatever is the point of beginning something so intricate as this when all the while there is a lingering deadline in your mind? Don't do that to me stranger, please. When you see it work, ambiguities aside, would you tell me then that things will no longer fall apart? no more brilliant disenchantment whose choreography I know too well. Will you please promise me that decades will begin to be much more blissful because of your presence tangled into mine? With no vacant surprises anymore. Well that is all I hope for, dearest tall stranger of mine.