you're a perfect stranger.

to the one who finds this,

i don't know your name or where you come from. i don't know how you drink your tea or whether you
prefer the color purple or yellow. i don't know what you wear to bed or what your favorite song is. i don't know anything about you – but i think i just might love you. when i see you in a crowd, or walking down
the sidewalk, my veins tighten and i turn my head, quickly, to try to get a better look at you.
[most of the time, i am disappointed.]

but i haven't given up quite yet.

you're beautiful,
anonymous