Dear Stranger,
Trying to write a letter to you, an unknown, is harder than I anticipated. I used to write letters to my future husband all the time; my notebooks and journals were crammed with small side-notes to someone I haven’t even met…and yet, I cannot come up with any thoughts toward you.
You’ve always been in my life, forming your first impressions and bordering my visions. Sometimes your face stays in my mind for months, imprinted by the paleness of your eyes or the upward curves of your cheekbones. Other times, when your name changes from Stranger to Acquaintance, I can’t remember your new name at all.
You’re romanticized all the time, but I find appeal only in the fact that you have the potential to become Friend instead of just Stranger. It’s what stays in my mind, even if I haven’t met you—your pale eyes tell me secrets as a friend would, and the curve of your bones speak stories of fellowship and fun.
So, don’t stay unknown, I suppose. Being a handsome stranger is one thing—a handsome friend is altogether different. Better.
Sincerely,
Irene.
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