For some inexplicable reason, when your voice
rings through my body, my deepest emotion engorges and vacillates with
the overwhelming essence of loneliness. And such an urge amounts from
wishing to be where you are, because nothing else seems to matter,
seems to compliment and waver with the emotion I never thought I could
have known, that only you have managed to evoke.

.. ..

And
this seems to be the only explanation I can offer up as to why I quiver
and shake in my solitude, and in the presence of the very thought of
you. You introduced yourself by your name, and I would never want to
enjoy anything more about you, than what you offer up to me personally,
simply because that's how my ideals manifest...
..

You
may just be the first thing in years that I've wanted. Sometimes my spine is too weak to hold my bashful and timid head
upon my shoulders, just to say the things I feel, for fear of something
completely unknown. You do to me without even a single ounce of effort
what hundreds have tried, and failed before they could even have a
chance to start...
..

When I hear your voice, you
knock down my walls so elegantly built, and understanding engulfs my
knowledge that there is something better. Ignorance has always been my bliss, but now I know, and now my body aches. Solitude has
always been my company. Keeping me quiet and sane. Solitude has always
fortified my mind, and now, you've left it susceptible.

.. ..

And
now, all I can say is that it's such a sad thing that I'm such an
awkward being for a match to my ideas and thoughts I could never find,
but so docile am I that I could never admit to it, never approach you
and everything you are, everything you think, and everything that I am , I see in you.