letters to strangers #1

dear stranger, 

you are the epitome of the life I have watched played out in pictures (and words, here and there). You are the kind of beautiful i write about wanting to be. The kind that makes me close my eyes and think about. The kind that makes my heart ache and my bones groan, maybe because I yearn to know beauty like you do. 

My opinion of you was shaped by a boy who used to hold my heart. And since then, I don't think I've ever seen you as anything less. When I found your page and I read your words like they were windows to your soul, i felt like I knew you in a way that I've not known anyone before. And I love the fact that I knew these words before I knew how you looked like and what you studied or where you went or who you were friends with. I love that you stand for something, for being respected as a woman. And for loving football in an angry, fiery way. And for loving dogs and kids and books. Towers and towers of books. And poems. Beautiful, heart wrenching poems. You taught me that words are powerful. Strong. And lasting. When all people have nowadays are clothes, selfies and good social skills, you taught me that the written word has the ability to throw a good and painful punch. And that it has an aftertaste. It is the kind of thing you think about and remember after a day, a month and a year.

Somedays, I wonder with a swollen heart, if anyone out there sees you for who you are. I think, in my head, that you are the kind of girl that walks down the hall way and wishes no one would step on her toes and wishes she could just do her own thing. Because you're so guarded, sometimes I wonder if it's easy to miss the layers and layers of your personality that you have hidden from plain sight. I wonder if you stay up at night thinking about people who don't stay long enough to find out what you have to offer. I wonder if you throw fists into the air, with a conflicted heart, saying it's ok, those who bother are those who matter. And make resolutions to never chase after people who don't. 

You are beautiful. And I will still watch your life play out in pictures for the longest time, in a non creepy way, most definitely. I wish you well. I wish you the best. And pray that people will stay long enough to see you for you and fall uncontrollably and undeniably in love with your soul, as I have. 

from human to human, stranger to stranger, 

xx