I refuse. I simply refuse to acknowledge that you don't care for me. I refuse to admit that reality indicates that you're totally indifferent to me and my feelings for you. You see, I believe in miracles. Yes, I believe in miracles and some day one (or more likely, several) will occur and you'll recognize what I've known all along: we were made for each other. Oh, don't worry about your not realizing it. All of the people who know how I feel about you don't believe it either. They say things like, "You can do better.", "He's a loser.", "You can't make people like you.", "He's not the one for you.", but I know we were made for each other.

I do have to admit that on the surface you don't seem to match many of the items on the future-husband list that I compiled when a teenager. That list went something like this: tall, brown hair, brown eyes, Christian, hard working, dependable, kind, loving, and caring. Well, you have brown eyes, are employed, and your hair used to be brown. 3 out of 9 isn't bad. A woman my age could do a lot worse.

Some would have it that what I feel is a crush, just an obsession, a passing fancy. There's really nothing I can say that will change their minds. Heaven knows I have had enough crushes, obsessions, and passing fancies and precious few relationships in my life. Maybe, just maybe this time is different. Maybe this time it's the real thing.

Sometimes I feel so strongly that we are right for each other. Other times I wonder if all the nay-sayers are right. For the moment though, I'll hold on to my hopes, dreams, prayers, and beliefs and wait for you to catch up.