The silence isn't so bad

'Til I look at my hands and feel sad

'Cause the spaces between my fingers

Are right where yours fit perfectly.

As many times as I blink

I'll think of you tonight.

       --Owl City

My love,
Some days are easier. Some days are just plain rough.

I miss you today.

My mind and heart have been at war for the last few days. I want to hold on so badly to the memories of us. Even though there was really no "us" to begin with. I still get antsy to pick up the mail, hoping that maybe you had written me a response. I still check my email inbox with hope.

Nothing.

I have been losing sleep. Wondering what kind of spell you've casted on me. Wondering how a man I only met for three days could make me feel like this. What have you done to me? You've got such a strong hold on my heart.

Today is Thursday. You are probably getting ready to greet your new guests for your next voyage. I wish so badly to come see you. To remind you of how you made me feel. I want to look into your eyes and hear you say my name. I imagine that scenario at least 10 times a day. Would you still remember me? What would our reunion be like? Would I have the courage to tell you my true feelings?

Like I said, some days are easier. Some days, I barely think of you, I barely hurt. And then there are days where you are all I think about. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Even a letter saying, "YOU ARE CRAZY" will be enough. Please respond to me. Please come back into my life.

Missing you,
GITSD

Love, it's Sunday morning. You are docked at port, I'm sure. Only 2 hours away from me and I wish I could drive there to see you.  To tell you what I want to say, to your face.

Your smile was the last thing I thought of before I drifted off to sleep last night. I miss you so much. I am still waiting on your response. Still hopeful.

Yesterday I went to the Dali Museum for the first time. I made a wish on a wishing tree that I would have one more chance to be able to see you again. Do you remember me anymore?

It's Christmas eve and I can't help but wonder what your plans are. I hope you don't spend it all alone. I wonder what the holiday would be like if we were to spend it together.

If you have forgotten all about me, then how do I forget you? You have no idea how much you've impacted my life. How do I erase the beautiful memories? Or should I hold onto them and feel this pain and regret til my dying day?

I thought deeply about something. I don't want to ever grow old. Because it only means more years of regretting letting you go. You are the man of my dreams. But with all dreams, I lose all hope of having them come true. Please remember me. Please don't let me forget you. I'm hanging on a very thin string. I miss you so much. But I feel like I am chasing something that doesn't exist. I am so confused. How do I get a hold of you? Please remember me. And come back into my life.
Merry Christmas
God bless.
I miss you, love
GITSD

I have to share that I am a total hopeless romantic. I still dream of being swept off my feet by a complete stranger, getting that breath-taking compliment, making a grown man go weak in the knees. Even today, I feel hopeful, hopefully hopeless, that you will find me to make me feel beautiful again.

Do you still remember me, and the things you told me? Do you still remember the feeling of my hand in yours? Your arms around me? That feeling you had when I walked into the room? I don't want to forget. Even when I am old, no longer able to wear high heels, to kill a man with my smile, to play with my long hair...I want to remember how you made me feel like a beautiful woman. I don't want to ever lose that feeling.

"In your eyes I'd like to stay". That is exactly how I feel right now. I miss your eyes...your kind eyes. The eyes that made me feel like they were only meant to look at me. Don't you know I melt every time I looked into them? You are incredible.

I am still hopeful and waiting. Waiting for some kind of response. I sent you a card 12 days ago. You should have received it by now. Maybe I scared you away when I confessed my feelings for you. Maybe you never got it after all. Either way, I am hopeful and waiting. Please remember me. Please, I pray, respond. I don't want to forget.
I miss you.
GITSD

I can't tell you how many times you've crossed my mind today. I had a conversation about religion earlier. I wonder if you have Christ in your life because you have such a beautiful heart. The night I walked out of the dining room with my heel soff and asked you if it was okay to be barefoot on the ship, you told me kindly that you didn't want me to catch anything but I would be okay because you'd pray for me. I immediately melted at those words. You'd pray for me. You have no idea how much that meant to me. And as I left the dining room, you said, "God Bless". I have been sinking into those brief moments lately. Sinking and drowning. I really do believe God has blessed me with those brief memories.

But I am selfish; I want more of those moments to happen all over again. There is still so much I want-NEED-to know about you. Do you believe in God? What are you doing this Christmas? Do you like kids? Do you ever think of me still?

I am listening to Corinne Bailey Rae's "Are You Here" today and deep in thought of you. Our brief acquaintance has haunted me to this day. I want more of you. Please don't be a haunting or a dream to me forever. I want you to be a reality. Are you here? 


Please remember me. 
I miss you. It hurts.

GITSD

The truth is I still think about you. It has been 11 days since I saw your smile, heard your voice, looked into your eyes and felt like the most beautiful girl in the room. And throughout my days, I often stop to wonder-with hope-if you are thinking of me too. Would you remember me if you saw me again? I don't know anything about you, not even your name. But I am sure you swept me off my feet and now I can't get back onto the floor, back to reality. Please remember me. Because I am remembering you tonight. Missing you dearly. So much that it hurts. Please remember me.

Yours,

Girl in the see-through dress