Dear Miranda,
I pen this letter, clutching a fond hope that these words could articulate the depth of my profound affection and admiration for you.
Vividly do I recall that autumn dusk in the chemistry lab, when you found me fumbling with the burette. Your unintentional advent tinged the experiment with your unique lavender scent, and your movements exhibited such grace that the gravity bent gently around you.
The twilight flowed by, and the gloaming breeze whispered its fairy tales. I kept peeking at your bench, my soul palpitated to the one flashing in my mind, the slender body always neatly attired in an azure dress, and the charming dimples illuminating my memories. A tender yearning took root then, that maybe, just maybe, your limpid eyes weren't just for the beakers and tubes, but would linger on a brainless guy as well —— and those stolen glances and unspoken vows could blossom into a satisfactory end.
And if, one day, the reaction between us happens, if you turn to me and your eyes meet mine: "Wanna do a titration experiment together?" Forgive me please if I stutter, for it should be hard to conceal my exhilaration. And what if it is meant to be an unrequited daydream?… Well, I'd still be grateful, for having dared to hope and love once.
Yours, always reaching, Li Hua