Dear Journal,
I find myself dreaming of this girl a lot. I don't have a clue what she looks like, though my mind has a way of placing faces to voices.
In my dreams, she is no definite shape, she has no definite smile and no definite personality.
Her features are always blurred to me, as though my mind doesn't want me to see her.
But one thing is definite...she is beautiful.
For days I've been thinking of her, and for days I've been saving up some more money.
Perhaps I should get a real job? One that pays more than cleaning a Laundromart two hours a night.
look at me...I feel like a fool, perusing a girl I don't know.
Do you think she lives nearby? In a different state? All the way across the world?
It occurred to me today that I don't know her name.
