Hey Stranger

Hey stranger,
I want to know everything about you. For the past many months, you've been coming to this library. Yes, I've noticed you. You always sit on the same table as me. Sometimes next to me and sometimes in the other corner. The first time that we made eye contact, you quickly looked away. Sometimes when I peek a glance at you, I found you engrossed in your book. I know you look at me. I know you purposely left your book on the table so that I can pick it up and see what you were reading. But now I don't want to continue this game. I want to talk to you. I want to know what you write in that diary of yours when you are not reading a book. Do you look for me when I don't come to the library? I want to know your fears, your dreams. Tell me that one thing that you're so afraid to lose. Tell me about that person who broke your heart or who made you feel whole again.
I want to know the little things about you like what is your favourite colour or how do you like your coffee. Tell me if I can write to you. If yes, then in what ways? I need to know why you have unshed tears in your eyes.
Stranger, you make me curious. I really want to talk to you. But alas, I can't seem to gather my courage. Maybe someday. Maybe someday, we will be sitting in a cafe and drinking coffee and talking about everything and nothing.