Dear Mr. Future Crush,
Right now you are frustratingly just a figment of my imagination, something I dream about in times of loneliness or boredom.
Before going to sleep I idly wonder what you’re going to be like, however that’s like trying to imagine a new colour.
So instead you take the form of a happy song, the smell of a cologne, the hero of a novel.
You’re a collage of all my happy moments and a sense of comfort during the sad ones.
It’s silly I know – even though we’ve never met I can’t help but feel a strange sense of longing and hope.
All I know is that whoever you are, you’re going to be amazing.
(Perhaps one day) yours,
P.S. You better like pizza.