Dear Stranger,
You don’t know me and that’s okay. I know you, well that sounds creepy but I was your waitress for eight months straight, so I guess it’s okay to say that you and that smile you always had for me was what kept me through the day. Every morning at eight am sharp you’d get that plain black coffee, which I truly believe is nasty, and a waffle. Same thing, same time, every day. And you probably knew my name because I had a name tag, but I never got your name. I don’t even know if this letter got to you, but I hope you’re reading this and you know that you as a stranger we never talked once about our lives but you still made me feel whole. And I thank you for that.
Love Always, Me
