To, You

Is it weird that I've written all these letters to so many yous, and still, I feel like I've only scratched the surface of my life story? I rarely get a reply, an answer, a confirmation that I'm geting the message across. Not to forget i have so much to say, so much to tell you, so little time, so little words. How tempting is it to walk up to you and ask you, "what did you make out of it?" yet i stop myself halfway, thinking if you really wished to talk maybe you would've been standing here or walking up to me. But I give you another chance and then another only because you're human, only because I want you to make mistakes and learn from them, because you matter to me, because i care!