I’m going to tell you I love you tomorrow. I don’t necessarily like anything physical about you, just your passion and vitality of life. I’ve never felt this kind of way before. How am I supposed to get around to telling you, exactly? Whatever the conversation comes to, I’ll bury the words in it. It’s what I meant when we shared that 2nd piano duet, and it’s what I meant when I told you you played beautifully. I’m never going to forgive myself if I don’t.

In a sea of thousands of people, I wonder if I make it obvious, or if you already know. Could you guess? Am I the oblivious one?