Letter to Yellow

Dear Yellow,

I really don't know how long it's been since I last saw your face, but I know that it's been too long. I often think about you and what you are doing, who you're with, where you are, and why you and I are still, after all this time, stuck in the same damn place. I blame myself, because it is mostly my fault. I was always too much of a coward to approach you, but for good reason. To be quite frank, you scare me. You and your intense gaze, your hypnotising smile, your whole aura that exudes the type of rugged manliness that we females can only fantasize about. It's what you do to me that scares me. I try to reassure myself and say that it’s probably for the best that we never were, but when it comes to you, it seems I always lose all sense of reasoning. Yes, some part of me still believes that we belong; and yes, there is still a little hope left in this worn out heart that it may happen. But, I don't want to jinx anything, not unless I am absolutely certain you have eyes for no one but me. Then, I shall scream it for the world to hear that Yellow is finally mine, and I am finally his.