ehsan gill

To capture your imagination. To steal attention. To be consumed by another. Its a very strange process writing a love letter to a person that I will never meet

 And yet to have such a person reflect so accurately something that was felt and yet not entirely considered. You did all the above by capturing my imagination. Holding it to ransom

 These words lack finesse. But then so do my emotions

 Seeing such a person, at least a rarified version of them, helped me to understand what I’v have always wanted. 

 I was consumed by her presence. She was alternative in a way that tickled my teenage libido and beautifully feminine. clearly funny and intelligent. 

 Focus on little moments, brief flashes behind a boisterous visage. A loudness of personality that shielded the bearer from criticism. The flutter of the eyes and quite moments to yourself, all individual pieces that have lodged in my memory and I know will stay there for some time.

 All this from a person that I have no real hope of meeting. 

 I use the metaphor of inner refection because its the most appropriate. In seeing this beautiful sexy funny brunette. I was genuinely able to realize how much affection I could have for such a person. How such a rarified human could hold so much of my attention.  

 The language I use is bullshit, I felt something more profound than I was expecting. Blind sided by the realization that -you know what, I could actually fall in love with such a person. A person whose presence makes you feel physically sick but in a sort of sexy way. Someone you could stare at for hours. Someone who could hurt you.

 So thank you ... Thank you for helping me to come to terms with something that I should have had the guts to admit on my own.