To whom it may concern,

You don't know me. I know you don't know me because if you did you would know how I felt about you. I don't know why I am writing this letter; you will never see it. I know you will never see it because I will never have the courage to give it to you. The only way you would ever see this letter would be if someone were to pry it from my cold, dead hands and give it to you. But that will never happen because if someone were to happen to get this letter after I am dead, they would not know to give it to you. But even so, I need you to know how I feel so I am writing this letter that you will never see.

There could only be two reasons for me to be writing a letter like this to you, someone who has never spoken to me at all. Either I really like you, or you have done something really despicable and I am expressing my anger for it. Actually, it's kind of both; I like you a lot, but at the same time I am extremely angry at you for not knowing it. That is why I am writing this letter that you will never see.

I could start off by telling you my name. I could start off by telling you what I like or what I do for fun. That is typically what one person says to another person whom they are interested in. But I will not tell you any of these things simply because I know that you do not care. I know this because I watch you for the whole thirty minutes a day, five days a week that we are together and you never look at me. But why would you? You don't know me and therefore have no reason to need to notice me at all. But you do need to notice me because until you do, I will continue to live in my own private Hell, thinking of you and writing to you letters that you will never see.

I could tell you that I want you to kiss me and caress my body. I could tell you that I want you to rip my clothes off in a mad frenzy to get at my body and many other lustful things, but I will not because I am not that kind of person, nor do I want any of those things to happen. I just want you to notice me and to know how I feel. But you will never know because I will never have the courage to tell you.

Do you know how much you hurt me? Do you know that when you don't look at me it feels like a million daggers are shooting through my heart, one at a time. One for every second you don't look at me, sixty for every minute that you don't know I am there, an admirer from afar. The only thing I can say at this point is that i hope you have hurt like this too. I want you to know how it feels to live in a private Hell because a certain someone doesn't know or care that you exist. I don't want you to feel that way for me though; I could never ask that of you. But I simply want you to know how much you make me hurt even though you have never said one cruel word to me or hit me. I don't want you to think that I am crazy, even though I probably am. I really don't know what to say to you to make you know how I feel. What I really want to do right now is to run up to you and tell you how I feel and hope like Hell that you won't shove me away. But I could never do that. I know that forever, until the day that I die, I will just look at you every day and wish you knew who I was. Until the day that I die, I will write you these letters that you will never see.

Signed, sincerely,

That Person That You Will Never Meet