Hey there stranger.

Seems like it’s been a while since I’ve last talked to you. And I can’t help but to miss you terribly.

I wonder what you’re doing when I’m not there. I wonder if you’re happy, if you’re hurting.

Maybe you’re just as lonely as I am. I wouldn’t know. You keep things so carefully hidden and like I said, it’s been forever and a half since I’ve last seen you.

I wonder if your smile is still as brilliant. If your laugh still has that infectious timbre.

I hope you’re still kind. It was your warmth and kindness that had originally drew me into you. A thoughtfulness unparalleled. (I will forever think of you when I see a waffle cone)

And your sharp sense of humor. You have to be smart to be so witty, and I often wonder what else lies just beyond the polished, carefully guarded surface.

I mean, I’ve known you for a while but really, all I know if the shallow things about you. Your hometown, your siblings…but I realize I don’t even know what your favorite color or movie is, I don’t know what genre of music you listen to, what you spend your spare time doing.

Why do I like you then?

Is it borne of a shallow, vapid attraction?

Because you wear a suit well?

Why?

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wish I knew you more intimately.

xoxo