I wonder if you will ever read this?

You don’t know who you are,

But I do. And you don’t know

Who I am either. Well,

Not really.

You know what I’ve told you. You know

What you’ve pieced together from my stories

Like a jigsaw puzzle. But if I really told you,

If I ever got up the courage. You would like me

Even less.

You don’t know what I’m thinking right now. As much

As that would make it easier. As much as I want you to.

You know my name. That’s true,

But really, what else could I say.

If you knew, would you have wanted me to tell you?

I’m not sure.

You don’t know about the you that I do. The

You that holds my hand and walks on the beach with me and

Makes really good cookies. And if you did,

Well I’m not sure what I’d want you to think.

You see, when I write to you, about you, around you,

I really do want you to read it. But I’m afraid that you wouldn’t know it’s you.

I’m even more afraid that you would.

If you ever did read this, you would probably want to know

That it’s about you. You’d probably want me to write out your name.

An action so simple that all it would take would be a few keys. And

Maybe, I should. But

I’m scared.

Because you…

Well I like you.

And I’m never going to tell you that.