There's This Engineer At Wattpad

Dear Wattpad Engineer

Dear Wattpad Engineer,

I'm sure--for you--this letter comes from left field. In fact, there's a good chance you have no idea who I am. Even after a Google search of my name, you might still be left wondering why a face you don't recognize is sending you this note. I'm not sure I have an explanation that would satisfy your wonderings. All I know is this: the software that makes me who I am says you're the one who wrote its code.

Let me first apologize. From what I've gathered (as an unpaid detective, not a stalker), you're both shy and private. To receive a letter like this is probably uncomfortable for you. Do know it was never my intention to cause you any sort of uneasiness or embarrassment. I can only hope a moment of flattery is the worst this letter will bring you.

With apologies out of the way, let me be be like Captain Picard and warp drive this letter straight to the point: You--are--perfection.

You, Wattpad Engineer, are perfect in every possible way. You're a brilliant mind striving to build new technologies so humanity can grow and connect through ideas and words. You're a humble body comfortable in the shadows of others despite having a presence and smile that could light up all of Toronto. You're a gentle soul, capable of giving without rewards and willing to lose in the name of integrity. In a world where bad boys are glorified and materialistic appearances have more value than good character, discovering you is like finding out Yoda actually exists. An impossibility in my reality, you are.

Without meaning to sound cliché, you're like a dream come true. I don't mean childish dreams of princes and horse drawn carriages or shallow dreams of Hollywood hunks and drama-filled marriages. To wonder what it would be like to have you in my life, knowing my universe would expand simply because you were part of it--THAT is the dream my thoughts swirl around. You are the The Architect program. You know? The one that built the Matrix--the Matrix my every thought is glued upon. I suppose that sounds a bit creepy, because then you'd be using my body as an energy source. Seemed like a good metaphor when I started writing it--.

In any case.

You are my Big Bang. It sounds sexy, because it is. You're the theory upon which I believe my entire universe would expand. The problem is, I'm just a tiny speck of dust and you are infinite. Even if I could expand to the size of a galaxy, it probably wouldn't be big enough to contain the amount of stardust someone like you deserves.

I'll stop writing.

I'm not even making sense to myself anymore.

But I guess that's what happens when a little speck of dust tries to imagine what it would be like to be loved by someone like you.

Yo Da Best,

Amanda