Dear you,
It's funny to think that we're strangers and
you're sitting in some other room, in some other house, maybe even in some other country. Thinking about things that won't even cross my mind. I'ts funny to think that you're out there dreaming and loving and wishing upon the same stars that I look up at when night falls like a curtain over the horizon. It's funny to think that someday you will love me but today you have no idea who I am.
P.S. when the time comes, I will love you too.
