I look around at these people.

Some using this venue as a meeting place. Family, Business, interviews.

Some alone, others together.

With or without Starbucks.

A man sleeping in a chair.

The hot guy in front of me. reading a book, listening to music, wearing a red shirt. 

A guy with a Yankees cap on and two Indian girls gossiping, studying, talking.

This is how human kind progressed.

To a girl with a laptop, 60 followers, wondering where her life is going, because for once, she has too many options. 

I was older

you didn’t hate the world

I wasn’t so into myself and what I had to say

I was more intelligent

situations aligned themselves

and we weren’t equally awkward around each other…

then it would work. 

Not writing it off though. We have all summer. 

Maybe. 

I wish it progressed.
Does that make sense?
I wanted you.
Still do.
You’re tall and smart and you smile in a way that makes me want to hug you.
I partially hate you for making me feel this way. I don’t mean that like that.
I just miss what we never had a chance to have.

Lovers dance when they’re feeling in love.

I can never go to stop and shop without seeing someone I’d rather not see.
And without buying yogurt.

Sometimes your day sucks for no reason.

If I knew you today, I’d want you to know that inequality takes its toll.
I’d want you to believe that I need you all the time, even on days that I don’t exactly express it.
I’d probably laugh with you about those girls at cvs and dream about a roadtrip with you and my best friend.

I’d blush at this letter because it sounds awfully stupid, and you’d smile because you partially agree and because you like what I say anyways.

If I knew you… I’d be grateful to have known you for a day.