We have a very special relationship. We both know—without ever needing to say so—how in love we are. We’ve accepted it, without feeling the need to express anything poetically or melodramatically.

But now I want to try: Like a sparkling crystal vase, you are delicate, fragile and precious to me. I get lost in your dark, deep eyes that look so beautiful against your fair skin. I love to be close to you and I want you to feel the same about me.
I remember the first time I met you. It was one of the best moments of my life, and I thank God for giving me such a moment. When I saw you, you seemed like a tiny angel, but also a quiet woman. You seemed to be having the same difficulties in life that I was having then. Something out of this world, some force of attraction, gave me the courage to approach you. I couldn't understand it then, but I am glad that I took the chance and spoke to you.
I couldn't understand why you were so special to me. But the time we spent together was so enchanting that each moment without you felt like a small forever. It was so hard to focus on my work, to keep myself from dropping it all and rushing to you. Sometimes when I couldn't bear your absence, I would call you up, half-afraid that you would be angry with me for disturbing you.

And there was something else about you: even though you weren’t one of those naturally sociable people, you told me everything about yourself: your home, your family, your feelings and your work. I was your emotional support, and I seemed to occupy a unique and special place in your heart. When you told me your griefs and sorrows and cried into my chest, it seemed I could make you feel safe and secure by being close to you. I felt so happy and proud to give you this support and comfort.