letters to the people I’ll never meet.   

Hi.

I’m someone.

This year, I decided to do something I love: write.

But I don’t want you to know who I am. Maybe I’m famous. Maybe I’m not. Perhaps I’m your neighbor, your teacher, or your barista. Does it really matter?

I have thoughts I want to share, ones I believe run deep. And not knowing who I am keeps this relationship simple, unburdened, noncommittal.

I write my own kind of love letters to those who are famous, people I will never meet.

The rules are simple. I choose one famous person per week and I write for thirty minutes and post … that’s it. Nothing complicated. Keeping it simple and maybe a bit raw.

Will they ever read them?

I don’t know.

—someone