Dear Random Love...
I don’t think you know me, and I’m almost positive that Arthur isn’t your name. Sorry I don’t know your real name. I’ve wanted to ask, but your always busy and I’m shy. Let me start from the beginning… make this a little less weird (if I can)...
The first time I saw you was at the first home game this year. Instantly, I was drawn to you. I don’t know why or how, but ever since that day, I’ve wanted to meet you. The catch is: 1) I am at least 2 years older than you & 2) I am not in High School anymore.
I guessed the name of Arthur from a dream I had recently. I decided it was you because they say your brain can’t make faces but rather reuses ones you’ve seen in reality. My brain then later paired the name from my dream (Arthur) to your face.
I know all of this is weird and doesn’t make sense. Trust me, I don’t get it either. But if you’re curious/interested in getting to know me as much as I would like to get to know you. Call or text me, preferably with your real name. I’ll be waiting.
- LonelyPotatoClub
