Dear you-know-who, 

I fell for you when I saw you dance. Your eyes were closed, arms held high above your head, and every step was filled with passion. No one had been dancing, you were the brave one, and as others joined you one by one your smile brightened the entire room. I only see you a few times a year, but you dance, and sometimes I get to dance with you. I have never felt greater bliss than those moments where you held me in your arms. I know if you were mine, I would treat you as if you were the most miraculous being in the universe.

Our first date would be simple, but it would still feel like something straight out of a movie. We'd walk through my small town, so unlike the big city where you live, our path lit by the bright, full moon and stars as we talked about anything and everything. My heart would be filled with butterflies as your infectious laugh spun through the cool, spring air. Perhaps I would reach for your hand and hold it in mine, finally feeling how perfectly it fit in mine, but knowing me I would be too shy. We'd walk along the train tracks down to the tunnel, where couples often go to be with one another. You'd lean over the rail and look down at the rushing water beneath us and I would have eyes for only you, my heart fluttering as I saw your beautiful smile. 

After our walk, we'd go to my house for dinner and cook something. You always talk about how much you love to cook. I'd turn the radio on and dance around and sing in the kitchen with you because you make me feel comfortable enough to show off the silly side of me. I'd probably trip and fall at some point and laugh as you help me back to my feet, holding onto you for a moment and just feeling you, hardly able to believe that you were here with me. 

Maybe I would play a song on the piano for you, just to hear you sing and make myself fall hopelessly in love with you all over again. How I would love for you to fall for me, too. 

When you leave I'd bid you goodbye out on my front porch, the glimmering lights of Christmas decorations that still haven't been taken down and the ever-shining stars smiling down on us. You'd tell a corny joke to cheer me up and we'd laugh together, embracing tightly. I'd close my eyes and lean my head on your shoulder as our laughter faded away, until the only thing I heard was the sound of your heartbeat. I'd look up at you for a moment, watching as your eyes softened and you cupped my cheek, leaning down until our lips touched for the first time. 

We can create these memories and more, my dear. Will you go out with me?