A Love Letter to the Man I Never Met

My life is poorer because there never was a match-maker in heaven who allowed our paths cross.

Me, a very, very long time ago> ( I haven greeny, hazel eyes, very light) Own photo.

In my dreams, you came to me. It was on a dance floor — either an American Tango or a Viennese Waltz — perfect music, perfect steps to introduce our life together. To me, there has never been anything more romantic, more beautiful, than dancing…