The letters of Dulcinea (1)

Hallo..I do not know you. Neither you know me. I do not know your name, if you smoke and if yes what's the mark of your smoke..I saw you when passed next to me in the underground..I I walked faster .. you walked fast too...you were in a hurry! I was in a hurry too but when I saw you I forgot the reason of my hurry. I tried to get into the same wagon with you. I was watching your back and the back of your head. Suddenly I created the desire to put my fingers between your hair and shake you vigorously in my arms. But there were people .a lot of people and I was not strong enough to them them  out of there. I feel really dumb that I sit and I write. Writing to a stranger but would like to get to know me and maybe with the help of  my imagination to know you too! I hope to meet you again ..but this city is huge..everybody losts .. So this is my first letter to you ..maybe I call you Filoktiti..ancient Greek hero..maybe call you Oberon as the elf on Midsummer Night's Dream. Still do not know how  I fell in love .. your eyes. I wish I could describe in words this stealthy look and I wish I could explain the warmth and at the same time the frost I felt. I promise that I'll write more letters.
 Sweet Kisses
Yours Dulcinea

P.S. Yes I  named you  Don Quixote or should I call you by your real name, Alonso, let's just change the  history and now I will be looking for you..trying to solve your spells and tying more mine..