Why couldn’t I stop thinking about you? You were just a stranger. I had met you that same afternoon and we had exchanged just a couple of sentences of courtesy, nothing else. Your name and anything related to your identity was still a mystery to me.
I have so many feelings inside me, and I don’t know what to do with them or how to express them.
Perhaps this is why I decided to write this letter for you, even if I know that you will never read it, even if I know it will make it harder for me to move on.