A Crushed Crush

Oh what I wouldn't do,
If I had you babe, I had you.
So lace your hands round the small of my back and I will kiss you like a [queen]
I will be your [light], I'll keep you warm at night. 
I will sing, I will sing
--A Fine Frenzy, "What I Wouldn't Do" (edited to fit the circumstances)

My Darling (MD),


So, it can't work, you say, and I reply, in the words of the Flight of the Conchords: you can't break my heart. It's liquid--it melted when I met you.

Yes, you melted my heart.  Something I didn't think would happen for a while yet. And it stunned me when you did.

I was taken, so quickly, by your smile.  Your smile, that tickles my heart and makes it smile.  Makes it flutter and fly.  Makes it beat faster, faster.

I couldn't help falling for you, really, and certainly not after seeing you in those glasses.  Just that you were willing to buy them so we could have our nerdy glasses day--wow.

And that sunrise morning, how you shivered, and I used that as an excuse to put my arms around you.  Cheesy?  Yes.  Worth it?  Definitely.

Oh, how it feels to hold your hand.  Two words: so good.  I write this here, because I don't want to forget, that long Harley ride, and me holding your hand, our fingers intertwined as we sped through the night...and sitting across from you over dinner, and watching your eyes as we talked.

MD, you see, the mountain of obstacles in our path, you think would keep this from working, that it would hinder us from happiness.  That mountain is not the obstacle, that mountain is the path.  And just like climbing a mountain, there are two real rewards: the view from the top, and the journey you take to see it.

That' such a romantic idea, eh. It's true, you bring all this romance out of me. I'm a sucker for you; what I wouldn't do for you.  Is that the best part of having a crush on you?  Who knows.  Probably.

Anyway, just wanted to let you know how I feel when I'm with you.  That all's right in the world.  That I can do anything.  That you're the brightest star, the beautifulest flower, the wonderfulest person.  (And so many other cliches I don't need to mention).

And that's my twitterpated week in a Nutshell,
Hop