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On the Matter of a Gentleman
<p>Dearest Gentle Reader,</p><p>Lean in,truly, for I must admit something I have been trying (and failing) to ignore. A rather inconvenient situation has unfolded, one I did not foresee and certainly did not request.</p><p>A gentleman has taken up residence in my thoughts. Without permission. Without warning. And, most annoyingly, without any intention of leaving.</p><p>I cannot tell you the precise moment it began. Perhaps it was the way his voice softened when he addressed me, like he knew exactly which words would ignite a reaction. And he watched with quiet amusement as I could not help but respond. Or<span style="background-color: transparent;"> maybe it was simply my own heart behaving like a foolish, disobedient creature the moment he walked into a room. A traitorous thing.</span></p><p>He is, in truth, a curious gentleman, full of contradictions I cannot untangle. Calm to a fault, so composed I almost resent it, but then he does something, small, almost meaningless, and I am undone. I hate that he has this effect and can't stop thinking about it.</p><p>He is not a man of many words; he speaks more in deed than in utterance. Most men cloak themselves in pretended indifference, withholding even the smallest tenderness, but his kindness betrays him. It slips through unbidden, quiet as a whisper, more eloquent than any declaration he might ever make.</p><p>I did not ask for his presence in my life, yet now I find it strangely difficult to go a day without it. One hour of our familiar banter feels richer than entire afternoons spent with anyone else, and I hate how true that is.</p><p>Which brings me, reluctantly, to the truth I have been skirting.</p><p>I think I care for him. More than I intended or planned. It is ridiculous, really, how quietly it happened, how it crept past every defence I believed I possessed. I have no grand declarations, no dramatic proclamations, only this small, uncomfortable honesty, he means something to me. Far more than I am prepared to admit aloud.</p><p>I do not ask anything of him. Truly, I don’t.</p><p>But I hope, quietly, foolishly, that he knows what he has come to mean, and how<span style="background-color: transparent;"> strangely empty my days would feel without him in them.</span></p><p> </p><p>Ever yours</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Me.</span></p>
On the Matter of a Gentleman
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