I wrote a letter and shoved it into my trench coat. I put on the blackest boots and walked outside with an equally as black umbrella. i held my head high in a bravado and made no eye contact with anyone. my head was held as high as the sword that you used to behead me. i was convinced that nothing would stop me. except for a particular individual that seemed to think that one of my unusal aspects was the false bravado that i had used as a disguise to stop thinking of you. In the days leading up to this, I was dispondent. i refused anything and everything. i realized that in the moment that when i laid eyes on you, you were absolutely pulchritudinous. I couldn't look away from you at that point, and I had even returned the letter back to it's resting place in my coat. I couldn't tell you things that I wanted to. I didn't have the courage. so in all your glory, you won another battle. but this battle seemed to be one that i fought in my head. you needed not to know what I was thinking, but you always knew what to say and how to defeat me without even trying.
Sincerely, you won another battle that I was meant to win for sure.