To Whom it May Concern...
We don't really know each other and though you had no way of knowing it at the time, you gave me hope. Now, don't take this the wrong way, I don't mean it like that, this is not that kind of valentine, but thought you should know I think of you often.
When we met you were a surprising reminder that my heart could still beat and in a moment, provided a glimpse of a future that looks something like you; charming, confident, funny, independent and great at what you do. I'm sure you don't remember our conversation, but I do, like it was just yesterday.
Though I'm certain I'm not your type of guy, thats not the point. This is simply to say thank you.; to let you know you do have a secret admirer and though we may never meet again, still yet, it would be a shame not to at least say it to the universe.
Know that I left you a very small piece of what's left my heart that day and if in the incredibly remote chance you might find it somewhere, and yourself without a valentine this year, know that I think you are incredible. And it cannot be long now, before someone else discovers just how truly amazing you are, and like me, becomes lucky enough to have met a stranger like you. -Joe
Thank you so very much.
ReplyDeleteI want you to find this love. ❤️
ReplyDeleteYou underestimate yourself, Joe. She missed out by not knowing you better. The first time you said hello to me I felt a wave of curiosity and trepidation all at once, and for a moment I’m certain I stopped breathing. Since you cannot know me by my writing, I will speak boldly The words you used to describe her are the same words I would use to describe you. I don’t know what you do for a living, but I see what you do for people. You remember names, you chat effortlessly with sincere concern, you recall small details that others would forget, and you see hearts, not just faces. Sometimes those we believe would never go for our “type” are those with whom we share a parallel history. We just don’t know it. And while peace and joy can be found in solitude, perhaps it is not your ultimate destiny. I wish you love, Joe.
ReplyDeleteWith all my heart, thank you.
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