Whispers of Courage

Hey there,

I hope this doesn’t come across as too out of the blue. I’ve never really been one to do something like this, so just to clear the air, my name’s Prince, and the mystery of how I got your number is a secret I’d like to keep, if that’s alright.

Honestly, I’ve had this urge to talk to you for quite some time now. Fear, though, it’s like that pesky little pebble that keeps tripping us up, right? It’s been my stumbling block when it comes to approaching you. Your beauty, it’s beyond words – like an undefinable, priceless treasure. Thinking about it makes me a bit tongue-tied, to be honest.

You’re not just beautiful; you redefine the whole concept. The term “beauty” itself seems to start and end with you. And because of this extraordinary beauty, folks around here, including the local folks, seem almost scared to even say hello. I’ve been watching you for two years, and it’s felt like our worlds are on different spectrums, not even drinking from the same cup.

But today’s different. I’m taking a leaf out of Michael Jordan’s book, that legendary athlete. He said you miss every shot you don’t take, right? So, here I am, giving it a shot. I’m not claiming it’ll be a slam dunk without trying, but I sure won’t know unless I do try.

Words, oh man, they’re just not enough. How do I find the perfect ones to match your beauty? You’re intriguing, and I have to ask – why are you so incredibly cute? And then, as if that’s not astonishing on its own, you’ve got an A-Class brain to boot. Your writings, they’ve shown me how brilliantly your mind works.

Summing up a long story, you’re like a charm that’s got me absolutely captivated. So, here’s the crux of it: I just want to call you mine.

@okelododdychitchats