I have been seized with a great affection.
One I can only contribute to the growing knowledge of your story.
A story untold but observed.
It’s silly, to believe that the fondness I’ve developed has come from slivers of information;
I cannot help it;
I fear my heart is much too easily swayed from frustration to tenderness.
What a terribly lovely quality to possess.
But is that not the call of affection,
to sweetly cherish and softly love?
My dear treasure,
I promise I will hold you up to the light
until I’ve found how you shine the brightest
but until then, I’ll make sure I treat you with care.