an open letter

i don't know who you are. and i don't want to know who you really are.

i don't want to know...

what TV shows you watch,
what your sleeping position is,

why you don't like ketchup,

if you snore,
if you play a sport,
if you know how to ride a bike,
if you've been heartbroken (i know you really haven't)

i don't even want to know your favorite color.

it's better this way - that we're strangers.

but i find myself addicted to your occasional blog posts. i try so hard to get you out of my head but i can't. your words have invaded me. and in case that you get to read this, i just want you to know that even though we don't know each other that well, you have affected me in ways you can't even imagine.

and i know it's not your fault that you have this capacity to ruin something wonderful. you're simply clueless.

anyway, it's gonna be your 19th birthday soon. and there's a gift in my closet. it's been there for six months now. i wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, but in case you didn't notice, i haven't been in school for a whole semester. i figured it would be a nice alternative from blogging. besides, your thoughts should be kept private - away from prying souls like me.

now, i don't know if i would have the guts to give it to you. not after promising that i would stay out of your life forever.

i regretted the moment i said it .

i hope that our paths won't cross in the future. you're happy and i'm happy. let's stay that way.

good luck, stranger.