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 I'm Sorry

   A Fever-Rant, by Adrian Mailenna

   I'm sorry, Teri, for doing this.  I'm sorry, because I know that this is
awkward, that it's too much, too soon, and maybe even a little unnerving,
but I have to do it, because I'm a little excited, a little scared, and I'm
not sure how to land on my feet anymore.  It scares me a little, that I'm
doing this, that I only spent a few hours with you, and that for six weeks
now I've been falling, falling out of control and into...  I don't know,
something beautiful and terrifying.  It scares me a little, that it's taken
me so strongly, because I barely know you, don't know whether this is real
or just a dream.  It scares me that I might never know, because I've tried
subtler things before, and heard only silence, and after six weeks, it is
very hard to bear.  So I have to do this, to make this unmistakable
gesture, to tell you how wonderful I think you are, because I'd like to
know you a little better, to learn about the girl who returned my words to
me, and to see if I can't make you smile, just a little more.  That's all I
want, really, not a return of emotion, but only a chance, to find the truth
behind my dreams, to see if I can't bring you a few of your own.  I'm very
sorry.

   -- Copyright 2004 Adrian Mailenna.

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