The gaze you bestowed upon my eyes was the sincerest gift one could receive. Sharp, yet profoundly endearing. If I were allowed a single request of you, it would be to enjoy it a few minutes more.

Ask me once more, my dear, how beautifully you have fashioned yourself, and I will answer truthfully each time. Such glamorous work. So delicate. What have I done to be deserving of even a fleeting glimpse of such beauty?

Of the journeys we took, I find myself longing for more. One more trip of senseless drive around this small town. One more passage along the beaches and one more dinner at the place we nearly made our own. It was not fancy, but it would not matter. The food was bland, but it would not matter. All I ever sought was you.

Exhaust yourself with all your ideas, my dear, everything that captures your interest. Let me hear them. Never you tire of telling me what fills your mind. For I am neither bothered nor disturbed to listen to every rant, every wandering thought you choose to share.