Well,

I figured it all out. Well, no, not really.

She makes me want to scream, run, jump, shout, spin around and shake about.

And that's just by being in the same room. Wait till she opens her mouth to say something.

The problem is, there's no way I can compare to her. No way I can match up. I'm just me, but she's her, and let's face it, those two levels seem too far apart to be able to reconcile.

Looks, charm, a good sense of humour, abundant joy, a loving heart - these are all things I wish I shared with her. All I have to offer is who I am and my gifts. Will that be enough, or will I merely be the Paris to her Romeo?


Now what?

I need to write more.