June 6th, 2015

Dear You,

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you are or what you were doing before you began reading this. I don’t know if you are actually the person I’m writing to, or someone I’ve never met before. What I do know is that the letters I’m writing to you may be understood by people around the globe. At least I hope that’s the case. I like to think that I’m not alone.

You won’t always be the same, and neither will I. That is the beauty of life; none of us end our day as the same person that started it. There are seven billion of us wandering around. I could be anybody writing to you, you could be anyone reading my words. The beauty of language is that these same words will never be read in the same way by different sets of eyes.

I hope you’re out there. I hope you see this. And I hope you think of me as you read this.

Love,

Me