The other day I wrote a love letter.
To a stranger.
I couldn’t tell you their name or the color of their eyes.
But I can tell you that they probably deserved a love letter.
Probably needed one.
I sat through my coffee date with the letter tucked inside my notebook.
And upon leaving, slyly tucked it under the promotional sign promising the return of the pumpkin spiced latte.
My heart was pounding as I walked out the double doors. Hoping no one saw, almost feeling like I was committing a crime by leaving that little envelope tucked on a table.
All while wondering if someone would pick it up.
Would anyone see it?
Or would they simply think it was trash?
But as I reached my car a sense of exhilaration came over me.
At possibly making someone’s day a little better than my own.
At who could possibly be the recipient of my little note.