Mi Casa, Tu Casa, El Paso

Dear Love,

Look at your hand. five beautiful fingers. All of them ending up in your sweet heart.
Look at your other hand. Another five beautiful finger, all ending up in your warm heart.
Now, look at your feet. Five beautiful toes, all ending up in your delicious heart.
And, last, but not least, look at your other five melodic toes, all finding their way to your mellow heart.

Darling,
There is at least 20 reasons how much I feel you, miss you. Please imagine one reason, and follow the route to your heart. You will find me there, and I will tell you the secret.
Since it is online, not a secret anymore. OK, then, world hear my voice.

Would you marry me?

Is the World Listening to Me, to You, to Us?

I imagine us reading these posts a couple years later. I imagine we will be able to imagine what struggles we have been through.
I value us together.
I don't value me alone with a latest model car.
I don't value me alone eating a value meal, or fine dining meal, whatsoever.
I value us sharing the meal.
I value you, and I hope you still value me. Don't put me in the clearance section. I don't expect you to value me as gold, or petrol. But, find the middle line. See, I am not crossing the line, and I still don't bother you via phone or email. Maybe still I don't know what to do, but I am coming to you...