Writing letters has become so out of date, but I am quite nostalgic by nature and am drawn to things like that. I am writing to you because for some reason it is so much easier to talk to someone you don’t know with no strings attached; it’s easier to be honest and you don’t feel as if someone is listening to you just because they have to. In fact I believe the purest things in life happen during unexpected interactions with strangers. I think you of all people would understand that because I found the note with your address between the seats of the subway I was riding from Manhattan…
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that from the fist glance I look like every other teenage girl. I have a lot of friends, I party, I do good in school, I have crushes occasionally. But when I come home and slow down to catch my breath I realize that I feel different, I don’t know what it is but there is just something off inside of me. Every single day I feel that my interactions with the world are becoming more and more cumbersome to me. I just need to know that I am not the only person on the planet who is so torn and lost and confused.
The reason I wrote this letter is because I read your little note in the subway and it just made me smile because I felt a spark and the hotness of the blood in my veins.
I felt alive for a second....
Kisses,
Margarett
