Windy Friday evening

My dear one, 

I made it to the weekend! No plans for this evening. I did make a special treat for supper though... bacon-wrapped dates, aka "Devils on Horseback."

Sometimes I wonder if I think about you too much. Do I set unrealistic expectations of who you will be? I do have a mental picture of what you are like... I imagine you to dress well and speak well, but not to the point of being pretentious. You'd be strong yet sensitive. Quiet and intelligent. You would not be the life of the party with girls fawning over you; I'd find you scanning the contents of the bookshelf in the corner, and I'd be happy to join you there.

Is creating such a mental picture harmful? Do you do the same? I would fear falling short of such an ideal as you must be fashioning for your future someone, and would beg you to accept me as I am... And so I must be careful to be realistic in my dreams of you.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room.
And somehow you know,
You know even then,
That somewhere you'll see her
Again and again.

Oh, some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room.
And night after night,
As strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams.

Who can explain it?
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try.

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own.
Or all through your life
You may dream all alone.

Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Once you have found her,
Never let her go!