If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been leaving hints for you. See if you can decipher what my heart has been feeling since a day, I don’t remember which one, but I know whichever date it was I’m thrilled it was for you.

I ask too many questions, you seem to never mind. An answer always follows after my curiosity strikes, except for that one question you chose not to answer as if I was blind. I saw your cheeks burning bright.

I’ve started to draft my plan by letting those rumors spread. Never have I denied that I prefer you instead of the last guy who bought me three water bottles at the bar. The girls confirm that there’s a spark in my eyes, and they shine the brightest when I see you walk in the room. I have only eyes for you.

I’ve been singing more often, dedicating almost every song to you. Still hope that there’s not someone else waiting for you too. They said before you came you had very special girl almost in a white dress; never gave you the chance to pull ring from your pocket, unimpressed.

That black and white suit fitted you so well. Though I prefer you in blue and white, the colors that welcomed this new beginning of your life. I’d be disappointed in myself if I didn’t try to tie a heart with these red strings; they pull us closer towards to what could possibly be.

Imagine your life with the girl who’s hopelessly romantic and second name is Marie. There’s too many of us, but none of them will write you a thousand love letters like I can. This is only the first of a thousand, I could even write to you in a different language, including in German.

I love the way you secretly smile at me, thinking I’m not looking when I can see. I love it when our eyes meet, you shy away and I think that’s sweet. I love the way your mind thinks, and how you saw that news article and thought of me. Sending every bit of relevant information before I leave, making sure I get home safely while secretly hiding your feelings towards me.

Wonder if it’s our gap, or the fact that there’s a little chance you’ll give me a try. I’m scared to force you to wait for my late twenties to end, begin a family, or call it quits. 2,291 days is not so bad, but I can’t deny; there’s a life still head of us. Would it be better if we avoided the conflicts?

But I am not ready to give up, I’ll pull the string to see if your heart beats closer to mine. I’ll draw myself every sign, ask the stars to reveal what I designed. A constellation with our initials under a sacred place we both recall, the one you and I already know, the one we call home.