letter number three

I hope it's okay with you if I don't use so many words sometimes. We haven't even met and I'm beside myself on what I want to say to you.

I want you to explore Ireland with me one day. I want you to feel the love and friendliness that everyone shares. I want you to go red in the face after drinking too much Guinness and dance like an idiot because you know it'll make me laugh. I want us to hike cliffs and hold our breath once we get to the top because it's so fucking beautiful. I want you to get mud on your shoes and curse the heavens when you slip on some ice but you laugh it off anyways because we both know you looked absolutely ridiculous.

And in the morning after a night out on the town we'll mess up the sheets and you'll kiss me on my nose and wrap your legs around mine because your feet are always cold. We'll talk about the nights events and laugh in bed and I'll trace the curves of your chest and rest my head to where I can hear your heart beat.

I'll love you forever and I probably already do and you'll put up with my shoe fetish because you know how much I love them and you think they make my legs even better than they already are and you won't complain if I say too much when I'm drunk and I'll wrap my arms around your neck and pull you in and fall into you because it will always come so naturally.

I miss you. I've been missing you for a while now. It's been a long time since I've been in love and I've forgotten what it feels like. But as I write this to you, the you who has yet to stumble into my life, I can feel my stomach twist and turn and fall in love with the idea of something wonderful.

I feel like this is me own personal "missed connection" ad but to a stranger and I hope you respond soon.