I don't know you, but I want you. All the more for that.
Who would've thought those particular lines of lyrics from one of my favorite songs could perfectly describe what I'm feeling right now? Certainly not me. But it doesn't change the fact that they do. Oh they fit my feelings just fine.
So I guess this is the part where I would go on and tell the story of how we met, huh? But the funny thing is, we haven't met each other. At all. Well... I suppose, that's not exactly true. Technically it is, but figuratively it's not. Does that make sense? To you, of course it does. You don't need me retelling the story of how you and I met, do you? Let that be our story to remember. Umm no, scratch that, I mean, mine. Let that be my story to remember. Geez, Louise. Who am I, having the audacity to even use the wrong pronoun?
But... Well... Okay, I think I'll write a bit about that. It's the very point of writing this letter after all.
