A Letter to Stephan

Dear Stephan,

How are you? I hope you're having a good day. Everything at the office going well?

As for me, I'm fine. I was surprised when you started quoting to me from my own entries, but I appreciate you being so interested in what I write. I've never had a boyfriend like you. You keep surprising me.

Like the day we first sat and had coffee. When you told me your favorite singer was Micheal Bolton, and that you were truly sad that he'd cut his hair. I didn't know what to say, so I just laughed. When I was laying in bed that night, I kept asking myself, "Why can't I stop thinking about this guy? "

Also, you're always very well dressed. American guys hate to admit that they care about what they look like, so I'm used to men being kind of ignorant about clothing. But you know exactly what kind of jeans look great on you and what style of T-shirts to hunt for at the market. And your fashion advice for me never ceases to impress me.

But what really floors me is how openly romantic you are. I've never had that before. You're very earnest and sweet and it just makes me fall in love with you over and over. On top of this, you love to be silly, (I love your fake stories about your village, Proust, back in Mexico), and I adore being ridiculous with you.

I'll see you later today. I'm putting a kiss in this blog entry. Can you feel it?

Love,
Lindsay