My Little Desert Flower
The Beauty of These Flowers Pales in Comparison to You
My Dearest MaKala,
This letter may be a little strange for you when you start reading it, but all will be explained by the time you finish reading. My name is Francisco and I was on a trip recently and met you.
I'd driven over 400 miles that day and decided to get something to eat. I ended up at a restaurant in Van Horn, Texas called Papas.
I settled down to yet another breakfast on the road of mundane truck stop food. Then i saw you there picking up plates and my whole attitude changed about my job and my life. I then realized that every action I had taken in my life brought me to that place, date and time to see your mesmerizing beauty.
When I looked into your eyes I saw my soul. The warmth of your smile ignited my body as my heart raced faster and faster.
I had never tasted such great food; but I know it wasn't the food...it was you!
Just being in the same room made my existence and for the first time I had proof that God really does exist. How did I know? How else could such a beautiful flower like you grow and bloom in a desert town such as Van Horn, Texas.
As I drove away I thanked the Lord for blessing me to have been in your presence. Then my joy turned into tears at the thought that I might not ever see you face again- much less woo and hold you in my arms.
I'd always thought that the raw emotions that I felt only happened in movies and on television. Now I know differently.
Still, my reality is that you probably will never read this letter and learn out about me. But just in case, I am the gentleman that gave you the $20 tip.
I couldn't find a mountain high enough to broadcast my feelings for you, so I am wrote this letter in hopes of sharing them with the world...and of course to you, too!
Will I ever see you again? I certainly hope so.
With Deep Affection,
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