January 23, 2018
Dear Anonymous,
I really want to be friends with you, and something tells me that you do too.
Today you took my hand and began drawing these magnificent swirls, but you wouldn't let me look until it was done.
So I waited, trying not to look, trying not to focus on the fact that you left hand rested on mind while your right hand drew swirls. I tried not to focus on you; but I totally failed.
Then you told me I could look. It was a flower. A purple flower with green vines. It looked like something you would see bordering the edge of a fancy card.
You told me that it wasn't that good and then proceeded to point out the flaws, but I didn't care. I thought the flower was lovely.
You smiled. I smiled back. (Gosh I'm making this sound like some mushy romance scene.)
I genuinely want us to talk more. I also wouldn't be opposed to more doodles.
Although this work of art on my hand will soon fade away, I hope our friendship stays vibrant.
Sincerely,
Me
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Dear Anonymous,
RandomA collection of letters written for people that I've decided to keep anonymous. Some will be poetry, others will not.
