I mean this with all the love I've got to give- the crystal in my mind's eye isn't the powerful woman business owner with responsibilities. Or the jetsetting board member. Or the multi county developer.

You aren't someone I fell for drunk at a party. I don't want your money.

My mind's eye is a memory of little moments not in fantasy but that are reality. The highlight of which are brushes of a knee or an engaging conversation over terrible coffee. Eye contact making me flutter.

I hope you have a sense of who I am. Not who I look like or what people think I am.

I don't know everything that makes you you. But I am not, generally, wrong about people. I trust you. It means something. I want to learn you and I want to learn from you, if you'll let me.