To you

I thought I should tell you.

I was quite convinced that I would live life alone. I mean really, who'd come near me? I'm quite normal, I don't look half bad and I've a decent if unspectacular personality. But I do have a rather spectacular flaw. Its littered all over this blog. I admit it every now and then, revel in it at other times.

Who in their right mind would come near me?

You.

You did. The hows and whys of it puzzle me, but you did. The patience and understanding you've given me is not something I ever thought possible. It must break your heart to listen to me. You really do deserve better.

I want to tell you that I'm grateful. If things don't work for us I will probably go back to living the indefinitely single life. And I'll be alright. Not expecting much from the world. There is enough it gives me anyway. But I've met you and I feel privileged to have known you as I have.

I've loved you for some time now. You remember the moment? Of pure unadulterated silliness. I fell in love with you then. I've just kept adding reasons to love you since. This is one more.

And I miss you. You're very special. Come say hello, angel.

Oh and, set aside Tuesday evening. ITV. It happens to be another vital step in your football watching initiation rituals. There, you've been adequately warned.