WHAT CAN I TELL YOU?

"What can I tell you about the love of my life? Gazing into her eyes is akin to being lost in the middle of a memory. She smiles, and I'm filled with tender hope.

Hope I haven't had in years.

Her presence calms me, and I consider renouncing the solitary pleasure of watching others fall in love. This, of course, is less for the uncertainty of tomorrow than for the sorrow of imagining eternity without her.

I think of her often. Too often for a man who remains guarded. Yet, I can't tell you if she takes my breath away, or if I merely forget to breathe whenever she's around.

There are moments when time leaves me alone long enough to pretend I'm not trapped in a dream."