I have an inexplicable, unprecedented, weirdly strong urge to tell you, whom I barely know and with whom I’ve exchanged perhaps ten words over a few months, that you’re absolutely, genuinely, seriously, sincerely one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Just tell you that. Nothing more. And then leave and leave you be.
But now I think you’re gone, and one of the most gorgeous women in the world, among the prettiest of pretty sights, was, amazingly enough, right here, right next to me. Perhaps it took me too long to realize, busy as I’ve been. I got to see her in the morning and in the evening and sometimes in between, and sometimes she smiled at me and I smiled at her. How fantastic is that, in hindsight? I was incredibly lucky just to have you around. And now you’re gone and I can never tell you.