"I am a writer. I should have been able to come up with witty ways to express myself to you. And yet. Here I am, rambling on about everything and nothing. Perhaps it's the nervousness, the possibility, the fear of the unknown holding me back? What if you say no??"

It started with a blind date. A date she didn't show up in. They do meet later. He sucks at expressing himself. So he pours out his feelings the only way he knows how. Emotions given words. This is my series of letters written to her. Posted with her consent. I hope you bless me with your support.