Mi mas estimada flor del desierto,
I've been learning more Spanish. Can you tell? I think I've gotten much better. I didn't know any Spanish at all before I met you. I didn't realize how lovely a language it was. Maybe it took someone as lovely as you to introduce me to its beauty. Muchas gracias.
Today was the first time you were in class in a few weeks. I missed you. I wanted to give you a letter a while ago, but when you weren't in class that day I got nervous and ate it. Right there in front of everyone. They were all looking at me, but I didn't care. I wanted them to see how I felt about you. I wanted to show them what I would do for your love. I would eat an entire copy of Bleak House by Charles Dickens if you wanted me to. It's his longest novel. 1,024 pages.
I didn't expect to see you when I came in late today, so when I walked through the door and saw you sitting there my heart leapt in my chest. You were wearing a red turtleneck sweater, black tights, and those shiny boots again. Still no smile though! Please, Rebecca! Please smile just once! I would do anything in the world to make you smile. I would go to the end of the earth to find you the rarest most beautiful flower. I would steal the Hope Diamond. I WOULD BOIL MYSELF ALIVE FOR JUST A HINT OF A SMILE!!! I'm terribly sorry for getting carried away, but you can see how much I yearn to make you happy. Maybe if you only realized how much I loved you then you would smile.
I sat behind you in class and stared at your neck the whole time. While the professor rambled on and on about some meaningless tale, I got lost in that sea of beautiful bronze pores. Whenever I could, I leaned forward and smelled your hair. I wish I could bathe in it. It definitely smelled like cucumber, but there was a hint of something else that I couldn't figure out. It's been bugging me these past few hours. I wish GoogleScents existed so I could stop driving myself crazy.
Look at me, I'm rambling. I keep getting absorbed in my feelings for you, for my love is like the mysterious island and I am the stranded travelers (I saw through your window that you had a "Lost" poster). I guess my point is that I would like for you to join me later this evening in a sensuous candle-lit rose petal bath. We could soak with each other in silence and enjoy the soothing jazz harmonies of Kenny G. When you come, please bring your choice of the scented bath oils to which I have attached this letter.
Puede la luna acaricia para siempre tu piel