Dear Stranger,

I found this old quill in the window of a pawn shop as I walked by. I'm not 100% sure what about it caught my eye. It's nothing special really, just a dark green feather that has a couple of breaks and ruffles here and there. I was told once that sometimes it's easier to talk to someone you don't really know, a third party that has absolutely nothing to do with what's going on in your life is often the best way to vent about things. Of course there's always the best friend, the super close sibling, and sometimes the parent that's oftentimes even more reliable than the closest of confidants.

It's unpleasant when you have no one to talk to. When everyone included in the small circle that is your social life aren't the kind of people you can turn to and talk to.

Maybe that's why I'm doing this. I won't lie to you (that would defeat the whole purpose of this thing). I'm kind of a genius. My IQ is ridiculously high, and a lot of the time I find that my mind just won't stop working. I lie awake at night and sometimes I find myself in a state of limbo. Like my head just won't stop working, a constant stream of thoughts and memories and theories chasing each other around, but my body is too tired to do anything but lie there and try to slip into sleep.

I need it all to just slow down. I'm tired stranger. I'm so very tired.

I picked you today, though if I'm being completely honest I've had the feeling that I would chose you for a while. Don't flatter yourself. It has nothing to do with your god-like good looks or the fact that you've got a body that I find ten different kinds of amazing and/or delicious.

It had more to do with your eyes than anything else. Have you ever seen the movie "Blue is the Warmest Color"? If you haven't I highly recommend that you do. It's beautiful. Beautiful enough that I required an entire pint of mint chip to watch my way through it, and mint chip is a powerful thing I'll have you know. I don't break out that kind of chocolate goodness for just anything. It's the food equivalent of a couture dress or pair of panda faced flats. There is just no comparison. Anyway, I picked you because your eyes are the most ridiculous shade of blue I have ever seen. You were all the way on the other side of the train, and still I could see them. Blue is the kind of color that isn't warm, it should be cold, or maybe refreshing. But yours are, and I can't explain it.

I realize that I'm rambling (I've got a bit of problem when it comes to that kind of thing) and dear god do I desperately wish that I had chosen to do this with a pencil and not a quill with real actual ink (you have no idea how hard it is to find a good old fashioned bottle of ink in this town). Maybe that way I could actually erase all the random useless things I end up saying and get to the bottom of things. The cream in the center of a particularly good doughnut if you will. Only in this case the doughnut is my life and the cream is everything I wish I could tell somebody and precisely what I have no one to say it to.

I had a small fantasy the other day (don't worry it's not the naughty kind, although…) of you and me enjoying a particularly good bottle of wine. I haven't yet decided what kind we picked. Every time the fantasy plays out in my head it changes to a new kind, but I will tell you that I absolutely have a thing for red wine. Keep that in mind.

I've let this letter run on for far too long right now, but I think maybe I said everything that I needed to say.

I know you're never going to get this letter, it's really more of a thing for me. I think it's time I finally did something for myself.

Good luck, until we meet again stranger.

yours truly,

Felicity

A/N: I'd like to go ahead and say thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this, you all grace me and my work with your time and the fact that you took said time to read this little story. The format of this story will be interesting, but I promise there will be some actual narration in this. I thought about doing everything in letter format, but that would constrict this story in a way I'm not 100% sure I can commit to and finish. Please leave reviews, they are truly very much appreciated and wanted.

-M