I think I spelled your name wrong.

I think I spelled your name wrong.

Hopefully you didn’t notice. Of course you’ll notice; it’s your name.

But hopefully the sentiment was enough that you can forgive such an error. I was in a hurry and didn’t even think to check that one word at the beginning. Cause, see, when I think of you I get caught up in the bigger picture. I think you can overlook that, I just can’t help it.

We’re only human and I know that sometimes grand gestures are silly but I get caught up in the idea of them and I lose the details. I really want the big picture; the whole package.  Details are for the patient and I really don’t have that.

I’d say it’s because life is short but it’s because I really just want to skip to the good parts; you know, the stuff in the movies. Maybe that’s girly, I know it’s not supposed to be the guy’s problem to have his love life expectations dictated by media. That’s not archetypical. I’m supposed to do all the work.

What I wrote to you was great: eloquent and articulate. I said everything I wanted to say and I said it well. I thought about maybe sending it with a flower, but that would be cheesy. I don’t want to be cheesy; I just want to be honest.

I was so concerned with the how and the when that I think I spelled your name wrong. But that doesn’t matter because I was too afraid to give you the letter, anyway.