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When Frank arrived home that night, he found another letter at his door.  He couldn't fight the smile that curved across his lips as he breathed in the light spiced fragrance that wafted up from the envelope.  His admirer had made her mark again on his life, this time in shimmering green ink.

'It is strange to think, I have not ever met you in person, but I feel as if I know you.  I have seen the new moon come and go, but not you personally. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing they can not compare to what I feel when I happen to glimpse your handsomeness by the light of the moon.  If I could ask for one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make the night and your beauty last forever.

'The thought of seeing you by moonlight is what guides me through the day.  I ache to touch your cheek softly, to look into your eyes and see what secrets lie behind them.  To look into your eyes and see the mysteries of what you are... Your's are the windows to your soul, and what a soul I have seen.

'You close your eyes only when you are truly alone and can relax.  What day's stresses that are heaped upon you are only let go at the soft music of your stereo.  What music is it that entrances you, enthralls you?  Is it blues... perhaps classic jazz.  Something that is all that you are.  What kind of song are you in the melody of life?

'The moonlight sings it's silent melody every night, the silvery glow lighting the way.  I watch and dream... and hope.  Love should end with hope, if this is love.

'With Hope'

Frank smiled broadly, touching his lower lip absently as he looked around his apartment.  This woman was truly keenly aware of his habits and his little eccentricities.  He did indeed only close his eyes when he felt completely alone.  And he did listen to classic jazz when he had the time.

This admirer, what was she like?  He sank down into the comfortable wingback chair near the fireplace as he mulled over the letter and it's writer.  She was a romantic, that much he knew just by reading to her words.  And she loved watching him too.  She had to be close by in order to see him.

His thoughts were jarred by the ringing of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Sorry to disturb you at home Bossman, but we got us a Priority One."

Frank sighed.  "All right, I'll be back in as soon as I can.  Call the rest of the team."

"Gotcha.  Hey, Frank?"

"Yes Cody?"

"She wrote you again, didn't she?"

"What makes you think that?"

"I can hear it in your voice."

"Call the rest of the team, I'm on my way in."

There was a chuckle as Cody gave his 'OK' and hung up.  Frank looked at the letter in his hand before putting it on his desk.  "Another night, hopeful one."

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