day nine.

Someone you wish you could meet.

i hang on every word you write. you're words describe my life in every instance and i don't know whether i should be partially afraid or overly amazed. it's an equal balance in the most pleasant of ways and i'm content with knowing that every letter you type has some unintentional relation to me. and although it's strange to be so captivated by someone you don't know the face of, i have to thankyou, for everything.