To the people whose stories I extra in,
I am the person sitting across from you on that daily subway ride, the one running past you as you take Buster for a walk, the girl waiting behind you in line for that cardinal cup of caffeinated goodness. (I might even be the girl who dropped said cup of steamy goodness all over you that one time. Believe me, it hurt me as much as it hurt you.)
We’ve crossed paths multiple times with our whirlwind routines so intertwined. Chances are you’ve seen me blush and smile and frown and sigh in involuntary animation as I pranced around memory lane. Chances are you’ve seen me contorted and dazed as I delved into my darkest place. You caught a glimpse of me in my ‘in-between’ moments, guard down, wearing nothing but my truths. You caught a glimpse of me repositioning my mask. You caught a glimpse of ME.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll say hi.
Accidentally, sincerely yours,