Here She Comes Now

I could spend forever with her, and it would feel like it wasn’t enough time. I could do everything to empower her, and I feel like it would be me who would benefit. I could carry her on my shoulders and it would feel as if I were the one flying high.
She talks slowly and calmly with people that don’t understand her all the time, and it’s amazing. She tilts her head a bit to the left and bites her lower lip when she’s pondering solutions, and it’s amazing. She lets her eyes close halfway the moment she feels the spark of an idea, and it’s amazing.
She is amazing. Everything about her is amazing. The world is an amazing place to be because she is in it. I want her to know of her powers of enchantment.
I see her nearly every day. I communicate with her every single day. I see her and she sees me. And I wonder if she even remotely feels about me how I feel about her.
I can never know what is happening in her mind. I can guess. I can speculate. I can imagine and I can hypothesize and I can hope. But I cannot and will not ever know exactly one hundred percent what she’s thinking or how she feels about me.
Some people, actually most people would believe that that is a problem, yet that’s not a problem for me. In fact, it’s far from it. The real problem, the only problem for me is that she doesn’t yet know how I feel about her. I mean, how could she know?
So I have to tell her.
Good.
Here she comes now