8/8/10

Transcription:
"My Dearest Stranger,

    People wait lifetimes and pay thousands for a chance like this. A chance to pour their heart out to someone without fear of judgement.
    But I'll be honest with you, my stranger, you terrify me.
    Who are you?
    What's your life like?
    Do I know you?
    Have we passed on the sidewalk?
    Do you hate me?
    What is your story?

    Everyone has a story. That's my job telling stories, and let me tell you business is down.
    I write to you stranger looking for hope.
    My bank balance is 0. I have no car, no house, no college degree. I was uprooted from everything I knew and love and moved into a $320,00 house where I'm not welcomed, into a neighborhood with four story houses, where people don't appreciate my worn out cowboy boots and hot pink nails.
    You don't realize how much you miss something, love something, till you lose it. I miss my friends, my car, my getaways, my cat.
    She died while we were moving here. I wonder if we had stayed if she'd still be here. I guess it doesn't matter now.
    I miss her so much. I still cry about her. It's been a month. They tell me it gets easier. I wonder if that's true.
    In the midst of all this Stranger, I have lost my words. My words, my life, my career.
    So I beg dear Stranger, tell me a story, your story.
    Fill it with adventure, romance, intrigue.
    Fill it with your heard, your soul, everything I'm currently missing.
    So my stranger we come to the end. I've never been good with goodbye's.
    I wish to leave you with some type of advice, some kind of comfort. But nothing comes to mind. So stranger simply know that I love you and I'm thinking of you. Wherever you are. And stranger, please never forget me.

Your loving Stranger."

Be a stranger!