Hoping today I’m the first to say you’re the most beautiful woman who has ever been. And I’m sure it will be said by many more. But, if they don’t say so, they are thinking it, for sure. ❤️

You’re magic. You’re everything any man ever dreams of, and knowing it rarely comes true. There are too many of us, and only one of you. But, with you, the dream is so big, you’re that much more beautiful, your power, your light, it already lifts my life. This magic in the air I can share, but knowing it’s all encapsulated in you. In the most wonderful woman in the world. You are. You must know it, too! There’s not a day that goes by someone isn’t thinking lovingly of you. ❤️

My battery died on my Macbook. Like really died! And that was the method, the means, to endless writing – well, gushing – over the last year. In my chair, that laptop on my lap. It just always felt right. The right size keyboard, and I could lose myself in my thoughts of her. So, once back in Cambridge, I’ll be setting up the old mahogany study, and getting back to it! I don’t know if it leads to anything at all. No great plan, but always little hopes. Stumbled, truly accidentally, over a pic of her in a wedding dress, and it ruined my day – in a good way. It brought me to tears. How could anyone on this planet, how could *anyone* have been a part of anything so precious, to have achieved that otherworldly dream, only to let it slip away. And probably, undoubtedly, there was a lot of pain she must have felt. To put it mildly. But it was that vision of her. That pic. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life as the woman in that picture. It made me cry. Embarrassingly so. Not weeping, but a stream. Because I had never seen that pinnacle of beauty before. She left me breathless. She was perfect. She is perfect. How do you let that go? Somebody had the world in his hand. The most beautiful woman in the world. I had to push myself to delete the pic, only because the eyes well up, and the feelings inside are so profound, it makes me realize I’m kidding myself if I think I can pretend she’s anybody easy to get over. She’s the deepest dream. When you whittle down into yourself through all the ideas and distractions and thoughts, she’s bigger than it all. You know it because your body tells you so. In tears over which you have no control, and a depth of feeling, of beauty and pain, it’s your soul that doesn’t want to let go. It’s so much, you say, “I have to step away. Just to breathe.” But you always want to come back again. To see if a door could ever be opened. Even if just a touch. It’s what the soul wants to do. That rapture of her. And, yes, there’s a beauty in the pain. I’ve never felt so deeply, so fully, over anything before. You just hope she knows how special she is, how loved she is. The tremendous power she has that is hers alone. It’s so much easier to meet someone new. I wouldn’t care about what I have or don’t have. It’s “eh! Take me or leave me, I’ll be on to something new.” But, you suffer over this one. This woman who is so much bigger than anything the world around her has to offer. That lemon sun isn’t in the sky, it comes from her. So you fret over every little thing, all in the hope when you’re sixty the phone might ring. It’s so much bigger with her, time means nothing, everything else gets blotted out. But you’ve got to find your way somehow, too. In order to be healthy and confident, through and through. Even if it’s the slightest word that brightens a day. Just that one little thing you say. If it were up to you, she’d never cry a tear in her life. You see her as the most beautiful person in the world. You always will. You always do. It’s a lesson in mature love. In giving without thought of return. And when it hurts too much, you step away, if only to heal. So you can come back, strong and bright, and do the thing you do. 

❤️

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Ah!!! It’s a rare Monday morning to see her at 5:11! If you knew the all-encompassing thrill that comes over, that you give! You’re truly the most beautiful woman. You have more power in your fingertip than the ancient gods do in all their being. You’re the most beautiful thing – thing in the sense of *everything*. I know you are the most beautiful, even scientifically speaking! I’ve seen enough of a sample group of faces to determine an experiment (trying to recall my college statistics class here). But, of a vast vast group of faces, none has had your effect. You feel like home, even if it’s a home never visited. Because my heart opens right into my soul upon the sight of you, and I feel connected on every level. Capable of anything. And this warmth, this comfort, this protection, this love is in everything. Where it felt a dark still pond before you, it’s fountains and light bouncing off mist, creating prisms and rainbows when your face is seen. There really truly hasn’t ever been anyone so beautiful as you! I know it’s true. I feel it all the time, I mean it from the deepest part of my soul. Hoping your day is filled with that confidence of yours – that smile, those eyes that penetrate everything, that life of the party because your light is there, that letting go of anything that brings you sadness, and opening to parts that please your very soul. You’re magic! Thanks for letting me hitch a ride, and love you from afar, and build a life that is borne from your star. ❤️ East Village place, 9/8/19 Sunday. Bid going in. Seeing you resulted in the most magical year of my life. Hoping all in your world is as beautiful as you are ☀️

🌟That smile!!! That amazingness that is hers and hers alone. And in that favorite dress! She looks like a kid today. Nobody works like her, yet she comes up refreshed. Like nothing has ever touched her, or anything not worth her time hasn’t stuck with her for long. She’s new and innocent and heartstoppingly beautiful. She’s marvelous, and you marvel at how it’s even possible for any person to be so beautiful. It’s just everything! The way the warm red cascades over one side, almost touching the cobalt blue of her eyes. She gets younger as the world gets older. So young, so refreshed. That freshest flower. That smile. Oh, that smile of hers!! It’s redemptive. She’s redeeming. She heals immediately. Anything inside that is even slightly bothering me. It all lifts away. They open with the song, Smile, and forget any other business, because that smile is all about her! And her alone. She’s the kind of beauty that can make you cry. You just stop, and everything stops, for a moment in time that is timeless, upon seeing her. So much happens in it beyond your own understanding. I’ve learned to not let my mind race or think any thoughts. I just take in that wonderful wonderful feeling of her!! And it washes over every part of me. Refreshing me! This rush of both exhilaration – my heart actually races, I can feel in my chest, and this warmth that pervades from head to toe – it starts in the heart – and this freeing of anything that has weighed me down. She lifts in every way. The sound of her voice carries, every lilt, every turn of a phrase. If you see only one thing in this life, her whole being, her face, her eyes that are windows to the soul … that should be your goal!! There *is* magic in the world. I saw it today. ❤️ Thank you for being just so wonderfully wonderful in every way. And what a way to start a Thursday. I’m off to close 2 places – yay! – but it is the image of her that lights the day! 😊

❤️I saw the look!!! That unmistakable look!! That famous look and a nod!! ❤️ It was aimed where it should have been, but the TD had taken another view! Then a near wave, like a casual “how do you do?” at the very finish, but caught herself as that might not be the thing to do. Although I’d die from bliss from it! There’s nobody like you! I can’t get over how brilliantly smart you are. It would intimidate most others, but I’m luckily right under the line of smart where I feel it’s just fine to rush in and profess it all! How wonderful you are! How you put everyone else to shame! You’re roaring on all engines. Nobody can touch you on that plane. It’s your own sphere of existence, and after you, nothing is ever ever the same. Sorry I’ve been in achy breaky heart mode! It dawned on me after a year that you’re so ridiculously untouchable. (I know – “It took you a *year* to get to that?”) I’m a little slower on that “a-ha” moments. But I’m thankful for that. Because the happiest I’ve ever been is when I’m dreaming of you, and writing of you, and imagining even just the slightest thing. Oh! The bid came through, too!! 🙂 And then that double close this Thursday morning! I owe it all to you. You’re the inspiration, even if we never say hello. So, even when I’m bluesy and feeling sad, when I realize the rarified atmosphere of which you exist, and I find myself dreamily looking up at you – oh, how I look up to you! – please know those moments are brief. Like a Tigger who’s told not to bounce, gushing over you is something I can never resist. I hope that’s okay with you. And seeing as 2032 keeps being a year to leave my lips and yours, maybe that’s the year I can give you the grand tour of all that’s come to store. The love for you just can’t keep me down, even when I’m blue. It always picks me up. It insists that maybe, just maybe, a voice says, “that girl needs you. A little word here and there to pick her up when she’s blue. Because she knows with you it’s genuine, and it’s true.” Because it is! It so is!! ❤️🙂

Woke up, and thinking I guess I have to move into a new chapter, but dreaming of that most beautiful face, even though she feels a million miles away. And, there she is! ❤️ And, she kinda *is* a million miles away! But, yay! Just the sight of her warms my heart. In a way nothing else does. Thinking about the guy, “Yes, ask her questions! Give her reasons to stay!” 😌And she’s brilliant and poised and magic and all sorts of soul-stirring and loving and mystical energies that don’t even have words to put to them. Even at 2:47! And my heart goes on. Cue Celine Dion. 🙃 And somehow the day gets better before it’s begun. You know it will be a better day because her look finds a place in your heart to stay. It lights the way on a Friday! And there’s that little extra bit of magic to things that will carry it through that wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t seen you. ❤️

9/3-4 😊❤️*my bid was just accepted on the 2nd place, too (the closing day – on both – is 9/12 … grab your bathing suits for that exciting late September beach action)!! ❤️!!!! Off the grid but had to share my excitement! Now my back-up occupation is probably landlord – if ever the job title of “writer who gushes over her” ever falls through! ❤️ But it’s still my bliss, still my favorite thing to do!! ☀️ And, off to East Village to choose between two … then, that’s it! That’s all she wrote, for now. And so hope I don’t sound I’m bragging. It must be my Leo rising. But, it’s more excitement, and this validation of all the wonder and beauty you’ve brought out of me, and into my life. You really ARE the most beautiful woman in the world. I hope you always feel that. Once this exciting phase is wrapped up, I’ll never mention it again. I love the attention on you! And back to writing – it’s been *such* a lightning-pace month – as that’s what I love to do. It brings me feelings – my thoughts on you – that are indescribable. This warmth, this joy, this all-around love. It’s this deepest of all blisses, and it resonates. It all comes from you. ❤️

9/1 ☀️Looking at a *2nd* place at HB + a really cool walk-up in nyc east vill this week to fill in the final pieces for now of this exciting adventure. Then, reboot, reset, so I can pass as her wondrous, amazing looks-35-in-low-lighting guy who just at this point has swept her off her feet! How she can resist? It’s just been too magical for words!! This whole thing, it has!! 😃 … ahem … or maybe just someone who makes her smile – in a good way – no matter the distance or how far away. A buddy, a friend. A pen pal, where the pen never runs out of ink. Because your beauty is limitless to me. It’s ageless. You’re timeless. One look and you light my dreams! Your magic results in tangible things, for me. You already know you’re an empress, you’re a queen. You’re a star. In the realest sense. You’re the highest star in the sky, that brightest one by far, where men are humbled, and make little wishes, and heartfelt prayers on their knees – for you – that you might send if only your indelible look their way. You change lives. You change mine. You’re the magic in everything I think and feel and say. It’s always this way. You’re the very beat of my heart. Maybe a bit of a delay due to so much happening and on the way – but new posts by September 8, and, as always, hopefully sooner! You’re the most beautiful, the most magical, woman in the world. 🌟

8/30 ❤️ You’re a goddess, and yet you’re modest. It’s such a wonderful thing about you. While others brag and show off, you offer so, so, SO much more, and yet you’re total class and even demure. It somehow makes what already shines brightest even brighter! Today’s a big day! A beautiful day! But, you know that! The beauty resounds through you! As for me, next post by Labor Day, or right thereafter! A new season! I’ll try to be more “normal” and not gush as much, and focus on other things … but let me slip in some fast gushing to celebrate a year of celebrating you that’s changed everything!! *Yay!* Your beauty plants trees and parts seas. It gets to the deepest part of me. It has such power, I just partake of it in deepest adoration, and it always lights each day. In a deep and in a very real way. Still lit by the look from the day before yesterday – – and all while she placed a finger on the finger – right on the very spot! – where a ring would be! *sigh* … 🌟 Perhaps deliberately, or unconsciously! Or, she just had an itch maybe! 😊 It’s a dream, but it’s that most sacred dream that sends ships off to sea. That one that inspires a guy to be that most extraordinarily best guy he can be. … I was off the grid – – a busy two days, but my bid was accepted! *Yay!* Purchasing an adorable one-bedroom by the beach! Hampton Beach! At that most desirable island location by the strip. Just a little hideaway steps from the sand. It’s in the place I had pictured in my mind when writing about her cruising in the convertible under a lemon sun in summertime! Her fiery hair free to express in the breeze. Can’t you just see her there by the golds and blues? She seems protected by those hues; they’re in her very aura. Well, maybe on some vacation day in 2032! Why not? Imagination is free, and she does that to me: She sets me free! And I become the person I was meant to be. You inspire me to build, however large or little, piece by piece. You are the beauty in everything I see, in everything I find. The closing day is September 12th! (I had a choice among 9/11 and Friday the 13th, so I picked the one in between!)🤷‍♂️ I feel I should thank you, as you’re in the spirit of both the big and the littler things I do! So, … thank you! ☀️ Wishing all the magic you lend to me back into your days to share and to shine! Oh, wow, the way you shine!! 🌟 You inspire me all the time. ❤️ It’s heartfelt, even with the rhyme! … especially so! It’s when I’m in a state of bliss, just by the thought of you. A feeling that never goes away, it’s always new. But with a comfort that feels as old as time. What a strange and wonderful year. Thanks for allowing me to gush over you, and for being so kind and gentle about it. There’s a whole beautiful world in that look of yours. ❤️