You have a certain way of looking at me such that when I look into your eyes, I feel mesmerized, as if I am attracted more deeply by them. I like. I love the sound of your voice. I love hearing everything you have to say, not simply because I'm interested, but also because I love hearing you talk. I make fun of the way you say 'current', just because it's cute how you say it and I enjoy teasing you. You are so beautiful in so many ways, and I could go on describing them for a while, but then you would never get to the end of this letter. I feel obliged to test your beauty with a caress or a gentle kiss, but I know you don't want it. Your affection is always out of my reach, and it breaks me