love letters from strangers

“Met you today under less than ideal circumstances, and there’s really nothing I can say that will let you know who you are or who I am……just because.

When I saw you, that exact moment, is lost to me, because I didn’t fall in love or crush or whatever with you for a little while. There was no thunder, there were tiny sparks from an exploding pinecone in a comfy fire, landing on my cheeks and eyelids, making me shy with blushing and brushing to escape the tiny singes.

You’re beautiful - there’s something about your features that came together for me under the harsh fluorescent lights, and just……made me clumsy, and ashamed, and awe-struck, and excited, and happy - because now I know there’s a man like you out there.

For today, and tonight, and tomorrow, I’m going to ghost you on Facebook like a complete creep, and think about impossible ways I could say hello, start a conversation, try and grab a tiny spark before it singes my cheek and try to light something in your heart, but it won’t happen. I want you to know that you’re special, and sweet, and for all of my bitchiness and jaded Torontofagseenitall attitude, I wanted to hold your hand in spite of its flaws, and hoped that you could look beyond mine. “

I read Craigslist Missed Connections like it’s hard news. Most of it is bullshit, and annoyingly vague, but sometimes - sometimes - you come across something so vulnerable, and so real, that your heart skips a beat and you find meaningless faith in men you don’t even know. Who is this guy? Who is he talking to? Why can’t it work? Who knows. But the thought is beautiful. The idea is lovely. The emotions are raw. See the post here, but by the time you click, it will probably be long gone, just like this moment.