a letter

Dear....
You have never met me. I have never met you. Yet pictures of your face fill me with sweet nostalgia, like we were friends once. As if you held my hand once upon a time. Your smiles for me I have never seen, only on paper. Who are you? Who am I? Why are you so significant to me? Why has the very thought of you become my lullaby at night, when I cannot sleep because of my mending heart? Strange, strange. I would like to meet you one day. One of these days♥
xxx