this is a [bad word] and impossible story of my very great love and i hope she wont read this and reproach me. i have withheld many telling details...her name, the particulars of her birth and upbringing; and any identifying scars or birthmarks.all the same i cant help but write this for her, to tell her:"im sorry for every word i wrote to change you,im sorry for so many things...."
i couldnt see you when you were here,and when you're gone i see you everywhere.......
one may read this and think it's magic,but falling in love is an act of magic, so is writing. 
it was once said of "catcher in the rye":"that rare miracle of fiction has [bad word] to pass. a human being has been created out of ink, paper and imagination." im no jd salinger, but i have witnessed a rare miracle. any writer can attest in the luckiest happiest state the words are [bad word] from you but [bad word] you...
she came to me wholy herself,i was just lucky enough to be there to catch her.