I like to imagine that you read these pages.
Perhaps in the morning, with your coffee. Or late at night, in your bed, on your laptop. And as you read you suddenly think to yourself: “Hey that sounds like it was written just for me!”
Then you read carefully and you find so many similarities, almost like I had purposely placed signs and tiny clues especially for you to find them. As if I wanted to secretly tell you something, something especially for you, something intimate and very, very, very kind.
But you cannot know for sure unless you ask me and you wish you would call me and say “Hey, I read your blog and it really made me wonder if it was me you were thinking of?” Maybe someday you would.
Or so I like to imagine.