Dear Stranger July 9th 2014. 1:03 AM
Dear random person in Nebraska
I dont know you, you dont know me. We may be the same, we may look the same, we may feel or smell or see or feel pain the same way. We might now. My chances of every meeting you are slim to none, but that one chance of ever meeting can change my whole life, for better or for worse. You may be who I marry, you may be who I dislike. But we truly will never know. You could be dating someone or hating someone, you could be being hurt, you could be giving the hurt. I never know, I dont know you but I hope I will.
-The girl who is not the Nebraska.
