A Letter I Never Meant To Send

Dear Beautiful Stranger,

I found warmth in the quiet way the world seemed to slow when you spoke. In your eyes, I saw a future burned by the very flames I ignited.

I offer this letter to the void, trusting that you will find it somehow, though I would rather you never know it was meant for you. Anonymity is my only mercy.

We come from different worlds. The closer you come, the sharper the danger grows. It is not for you alone, but for whatever fragile thing might grow between us. My silence is not indifference; it is protection. I could have said more that night. I did not. Maybe that is mercy, too.

Still, I revisit our small exchanges, the messages, the glances. You are warm yet mysterious, and despite the tension, I cannot look away. I know I should.

You live in my dreams. There, I can reach for you without consequence. There, no whisper nor judgment can touch us.

Even a stranger can see your beauty, one that does not demand attention, but the kind that moves quietly through a room and makes everything softer.

If fate is kind enough to lead you here, and you recognize yourself between these silences, then perhaps we will find our own somewhere, a place unmarked by fear, a moment free from judgment.

Until then, let mercy be my offering.

You live in my dreams. Maybe that is where we are safest.

— J.