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You wake up in the morning, or maybe even before the sun rose, perhaps you didn’t even sleep the previous night - it really does not matter. You receive a surprise.
Plucked out of your mailbox, given by a kind civil servant or a neighbor who got it by mistake or simply grabbed once it was slipped under your door. The surprise was a letter.
An actual letter, made of paper and handwritten, this fact is important.
It is addressed to you, with a return address to a direction you never heard about. Signed with a name you don’t know, might even be a fake one.
You sit down and turn on the light, maybe go towards a window or balcony to get sunlight or lamplight to be able to read it - again, this does not matter.
And it reads:
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Hello fellow stranger!
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Chances are we will never meet. But we don’t really have to meet right?
Like don’t get me wrong, most people could do with one extra friend. I know I could!
A good one that is, those are effortless and other friends are just a lot of work.
But I won’t give you work, I’ll only ask you to follow your appetites wherever they may lead.
Thing is, this letter is not for you or it might not be for you rather. Since we will never talk or see each other or touch each other I am just screaming into the night and hoping for other kindred souls to just be out and about at the same time.
Not in a fate kind of way. But in the sense that people like us tend to roam the same alleys and stalk the same forests. You can call that fate if you will, but a loaded dice roll is still a dice roll isn’t it?
The dice has been cast, and even if we could not be more apart there's a purity to that isn’t there? There is no history to be shared, no acquaintance that introduced us, no bloodline that connects us, no sexual attraction that drew us to one another, no potential capital gain to be had, and basically nothing to be gained.
Except the feeling to be felt.
There is only one thing that connects us fellow strangers. The fact that you have a letter like this in your heart, or maybe in your table, perhaps one already sent to someone. Not me though, I have yet to receive one!
But it matters not, the world is big enough to know there are more letters out there, and that I might get mine one day.
Or not, it does not matter.
The fact that it must exist, it’s just as good as knowing I have received it you know? Of course you do.
And you know my words, my feelings to be true. There is no incentive to lie to ourselves or each other. Not that we could potentially accomplish to do so.
I would say that I love you, but that does not even begin to cover it. But we both know how we feel so let us not waste time waxing philosophical or looking for the words or god forbid making up a new word.
Let us just savor the moment and that pure and true feeling.
Let us feel the feeling.
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You finish reading the letter.
Maybe you crumple it, maybe your own version of this letter or it or remember one just like this one you got long ago. Maybe it is just one of many.
Your reaction really does not matter.
It only matters if you felt the feeling.
Did you?