Letter to a Stranger

Dear Stranger,

Let's fall in love.  

And I don't mean fall into bed together in a crimson whirlwind of electric passion.  That comes later...maybe.  

I mean fall into a field of sunshine flowers after dancing to a brook's laughing scherzo.  

I see you questioning my overly romantic language and the prospect in general.  You can't fall in love that fast, you say?  You're wrong.  You see, I already love you.  I don't know a thing about you, but I love you.  Now, I'll concede that it's probably not the sort of love that will stand the test of time, but it will make us smile.  It will make us laugh.

Don't you want to laugh?  To fly up into the heavens on nothing but dreams and wishes?  Don't be afraid about coming down;  I've been dropped on my ass many a time, and I've always bounced back in a week or two.  Yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I always try to make the fall worth flight.  

Again I say, let's fall in love.

I saw you looking at me, and I know I was looking at you.  Did you feel that slight twinge of excitement course through your body?  I did.  So let's run off together and chase moonbeams till dawn.  We're both young and have plenty of time for dreaming, so let's dream.

Let's be deliriously happy!  Let's laugh so hard we can't breathe.  Let's have so much fun that Peter Pan gets jealous of our adventures.  I'm willing to fly with you.  Can you take a chance on me?

Let's fall in love.

With daisy love and butterfly kisses,
Your Strange Lover