Hey I just texted you, and this is crazy. I don’t even know you

, yet my heart is racing. Ok ok enough with the “ Call Me Maybe “ tune that is definitely stuck in your head..... Sorry. “ What the hell is this post about?” you may be thinking. Well, to be honest, it’s a love letter. Yep, I’m that sappy. Sorry to disappoint you, person on the Internet whom I don’t even know. The recipient of this letter is to remain anonymous, for my own reasons.

Hey. I don’t know the first thing about you. We barely met, and that’s a fact. You don’t even know me. We are 2 strangers. There are infinite possibilities for us to explore.... But will we?

To you, I am no more than a notification that pops up in the early hours of the morning, the time at which I have just begun my day. The possibility of knowing my smell, the sound of my laugh, the way I hug, or even the sound I make when I am trying to keep my composure when you make a joke and I’m still eating. You’ll never know those things.

It is frustrating in this way, that you, who are not even tangible, are constantly on my mind. When I think of places to travel your country pops up first. When I am asked whom I like, the precious letters of your name I have memorized come to mind. Or when I feel alone and scared, alas. ‘Tis you whom I wish were there to snuggle me and make faux promises that it’ll all be ok.

Or every time you comment on one of my posts, visit my profile, or - if by some luck - send me a message, the longing feelings of telling you all of this in person come flooding out. And all I can say is “I’m fantastic! How about yourself” I miss you in a way previously unknown to man.

This is the pain of falling for a notification. I will never know your smell, the sound of your laugh, the way you hug me, or even the sound you make when you are trying to keep your composure when I make a joke and you’re still eating.

For to you, I am nothing but a minute number of pixels gathered on a screen.

- Erin