Stranger

I close my eyes when I hear your voice; trying to piece together the expressions and the movements that match your words. I've only ever seen photos of you, smiling at the person behind the lens. I wonder what you were thinking at the time. How your life was like before I came along? Were you sad? Were you happy? Did I change anything at all? Like how you changed mine.

You have no idea how I long to be in the same space and time as you. I may seem more patient than you but inside my internal clock is counting down to that day. One week left. I wonder if it would rain? Five days left. Will you be as warm as you were on the phone? Two days left. What clothes should I wear? One day left. I can't sleep.

Dear, on the day, I'll be too shy to even say, "Hello".