Dear Reader,

I know you might not exist.
I know that I am probably writing this only to you A.
That there is a .00001% chance that someone is following our blog.
That our thoughts are only between us.
I write to you, dearest follower.
The one that likes us.
Thinks we are interesting.
If not witty and smart.
I hope you don't think I have a big ego.
I don't.
We don't.
I write to you, imaginary friend.
I guess it is not necessary to have a follower.
That is not the reason we write.
Not the reason that I write.
Still, I think it would be nice.
If you existed.
I think it's a nice thought.
I think I have shared this fantasy of mine before.
Still, I guess I just like to think it is true.
I hope A agrees.
Except she might be a little embarrassed to share this.
I am too.
Except not with you, reader.
Because you know us.
But not really.
Which is what I love.
I love that you know so much but so little.
Don't know our name or were we live or anything like that.
That we don't know you.
I guess this is a little crazy.
Talking to you.
Like you exist.
I hope you do.
Realistically speaking you probably don't.
I am so sorry about that.
Truly I am.
Love,
L