Dear you...

You know life is really interesting once you think about it. It is almost like writing a story, they will be many characters in the story that make up your whole plot. People. They are pretty complicated. I am most definitely complicated, I mean who isn't? There will always be the one person you can't figure out, or the one you can read like a book. The person who seems oddly familiar, or the one you can't recognize. Just characters made up of feelings and emotion. Not just logically atoms and electrons and who knows what, but people are stories. Kind of like those country music videos. If that makes sense. Now, I know you're behind some screen in who knows where reading this bit of my dramatic interpretations of life as we know it and people as we know them, but know it's about you. One on one, my words seeping into your mind and possibly leaving an inch of impression. So dear blank. Tell me how this is real. Everything. I can be who every you want me to just imagine me as a hot Edward Cullen, or not. But realize this is addressed to you... and now my first last words are; Dear You,
With love,
Me