I wish I knew you. I wish I could guess what thoughts where spinning through your head as you read this letter. A letter to you. You, who I have never met and probably never will meet. You, who could be anywhere in the world. Who could be going through anything at this moment.
Maybe your heart is throbbing like mine. Maybe you also feels the desire to curl up and scream and cry. Maybe you actually have a reason, unlike me.
I can try and picture you, imagine your face. I can close my eyes and mix every person I've ever met until I come up with an image that could possibly be you. Yet, it wouldn't be perfect. I couldn't really see you. But I can guess. I can wonder.
I can imagine your story, just like I've created so many other stories and characters. Your imagined face, imagined story, could become the next hero of my new story. Or, the villain.
I really don't know. I don't know if you are more on the dark side, mysterious, sad, angry? Are you one of those who wears black and hides your face, hating the world? Or are you bright and sunny, trusting of all who pass your way? I wish I knew. I wish somehow I could see a piece of your life, just a little piece. But, I can't. And even if I could, there would always be more people reading this letter. People who think I am a freak for wondering about your lives. But, can you blame me?
You each have stories, just like me, just like anyone. I like stories, I write stories. I live in a world of stories. And you are part of that world, even if it's a part I do not know, have not seen, have not met.
And I wish I knew you. Really, I do. I wish I could see your story, hear your thoughts, know what is running through your mind at this second. Although, even if you replied and said something, I will never truly know. And neither will you. You will never know me. And I will never know you.
So there. You can think about that. You can wonder about that. You can now sit and wonder about me, and about all these other strange YWSers that read your writings every day.