I just wanted to take a moment or two to say hello, you may not know me, but maybe you do. Perhaps we’ve passed by each other on the road, shared a smile in the store, or crossed paths online. Maybe you’ve been my life-long friend, maybe we’ve just met.
You might be family, or something that feels as close to family as you can get. You might be a stranger, but it doesn’t matter, I’m writing to you because you matter to me and I wanted you to know that.
I’m not all that adept at starting up conversations, so this is the best way I know to tell you all the things my heart wants to say, a few of them at least. I hope you don’t mind. The thing is, I don’t know if you know how I feel, this may be the only way I can tell you. I tend to be a little on the quiet side (until you get to know me) and people say I can be hard to read in person. I’m different, but really, aren’t we all? I don’t want those differences or perceived differences to keep us apart because I value you. I do.
There will likely be things we don’t see eye to eye upon, but that’s okay. We are more than a few opinions, there’s more to me and more to you than current affairs and hot topics.
I’ll tell you something, even I don’t agree with you, I’ll always do my best to be respectful and try to understand. I’ll defend you and stand by you because I think that is what we should do for each other. I may not fight your particular fight, but I’m your battle buddy if anyone tries to tell you don’t have the right to speak up for what you believe. I know all too well how it feels when someone tries to silence what is in your heart.
I know sometimes you will have a bad day, I have them as well. I’ll do my honest best not to judge who you are based upon a fleeting moment in time when maybe you were dealing with something that made everything else seem bad too.
I want you to be happy. I want to be the person you see smiling in a crowd of frowns, I want to be the one to hold doors open for you when no one else does. I want to be a shoulder you can lean on, a helping hand, a friendly voice.
See, I am always looking for these things too, sadly, I don’t always find them, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be and do the very things I seek.
I don’t know your complete story and you do not know mine, if we did, I wonder if it would make it easier to reach out. Sometimes I’m afraid to. I simply don’t know who will reach back and who will slap my hand away, but if I don’t, how can I expect others to?
I hope and pray you have a beautiful day, and I hope if we do happen to pass each other by, I will see your smile, and you will see mine . . .