A/N: My first try here. Please, be kind.

Content settled sometime during Crossfire perhaps, as Odo and Kira still have their Tuesday morning meetings.

Letter to Kira

Before I met you, I was nothing. I felt like nothing, others treated me like nothing and my name – "odo'ital" – literally meant nothing. Then, though, I met you. You gave me a name. Constable. It's a name I do not tolerate from many people, but it's also a name I cherish. You made me feel like a person then. I believe I fell in love with you that day. Me in love. Who would have thought?

You became a friend to me and I realized how empty my life had been before. You taught me that there is more than just right or wrong – shades of gray – which turned my sense of justice and my world upside down. You destroyed my beloved order, brought chaos to my life and I love you for it. I love your passion, your temper and stubborn pride. I admire your brave behavior and the loving way you treat your friends.

But you fell in love with others. I understand, of course, and can't blame you. Bareil was a good man. Shakaar may have his flaws, but what are his compared to mine? I am not even humanoid. I am a liquid. I am merely mimicking the body and behavior of those around me. Only I can't form a real face. That is why I never told you. You couldn't love me. No one could. I am alien to you humanoids.

A Changeling.

So I take what I can get, settling for friendship, waiting for our Tuesday morning meetings with a fresh cup of Klingon coffee, prepared just the way you like it. Two measures of kava, extra hot. Then you arrive, take a sip and I see the joy in your facial expression. It must be contagious, since I can feel it spreading through all my cells as well. You talk about your day in Ops, I listen. You talk about your relationship with Shakaar, sounding happy, and I listen still. Happy for you, pained myself. But that is what friends are for, I know. And it means a lot to me that you trust me enough to talk about all the things that bring you joy or sorrow. It's these moments that make me feel closest to you.

So I relish in that feeling of closeness, ignore the sadness of not being the one you love and continue listening.