THE LETTER THAT STARTED IT ALL

NOTE: I wrote the letter below in one of classes and dropped this in Wendy's backpack while she was in a prayer meeting one day. This is the letter that launched our epic romance. Read it here and marvel at its genius.
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Wendy,

I've really enjoyed spending the last few days with you. I'll be honest, lately I've really started to feel close to you.

To me, it's hard to vocalize how I feel. It's not really concrete in my mind or in my heart. Needless to say, I'm praying about it.

Let me start by saying I'm not going to be mushy. I'm trying very hard not to let my emotions get away with me. Emotions are very confusing things and it's been a long tiime since I even pretended to know how to read them.

First of all, I just feel very strongly that things between us are moving forward. Most of all, I don't want you to give up on me because you don't know that I notice this movement. Believe me, I notice.

I just found out Friday night that I might be able to start opening myself up to someone again. "Oh no," you're thinking, "he wants to use me to cry on." Actually, no, that's not what I want.

If you remember, last semester, you and I went to visit Morris and I ended up late for work. Ok. Well, I think it was that day that I realized how far away I was from God. You were hugging everyone you saw and really making them feel loved. I just stood there with my hands in my pockets and swallowed the fact that my "love" of others, my compassion, was nearly non-existant. I admired your heart then, and I do now.

Basically, I just want you to know that I truly appreciate you and I care VERY MUCH about you. I guess I like you "a lot" but I want God to be in control of everything. That's the only way anything worth having can be blessed,and I want God to bless this relationship.

Obviously, I don't want to scare you away. I realize you and I don't have a whole handful of time to spend socializing so I don't expect a lot.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is, "Here's how I feel and the way I belive you would want to know that I fell and now it's your turn to laugh or to hang your head or write me a not of your own."

So no I've said it. I guess my only regret is that I couldn't find time to tell you in person.

I'm sorry, also, if this seems like High School but you take what you can get.

Keith