It's true what they say, about how it's easier to talk to strangers. People who know me I can't tell them how I feel, I can't tell them about you. But strangers now I could talk all day to a complete stranger in the coffee shop about how you keep coming back and even when your not here the ghost of you is. I can tell the sweet old librarian about how your brown eyes drive me crazy. The little girl on the subway to stay away from boys who only intention is to hurt you because I'm in that situation now, and it doesn't feel very good. It's just so weird I can type all this knowing a complete stranger might read it, or even someone I know, but they'll never know it's even me.
