I can't seem to think of a good intro or anything for this. Basically, I want to write a love letter to people who came in an out of my life and made it just a little bit better. I almost hope to never see any of them in case of ruining their perfection in my mind. That sounded creepy.
Waitress at The Johnny Rocket's on CityWalk- Dear Waitress at The Johnny Rocket's on CityWalk. You're awesome. I'm sure you know this, since you seem like that type of girl. My friends and I came in during the midst of my 3-Day 20th Birthday Party and I think we creeped you out by how much we were all instantly taken with you. What can I say, you gave us free fries? We even invited you to the party. I'm glad you didn't come though. I'd rather you be my favorite waitress then someone who stood around awkwardly at my house. Thank you though. You made all of us smile.
Coffee Shop Guy- Dear Barista at People's Coffee. I can't tell you how many times you brightened my day. I met you right after I got out of a really serious relationship, as had you. And while we never sat around talking about it, we'd bound about it in passing. After a bad shift I'd sometimes come in, and you always made me laugh. Once you asked how I was doing when I was on the brink of tears from something or another and I told you honestly, shitty. You were having a bad day too and gave me my drink for free. And while now I don't remember what it was that was so bad about my day, I remember your kindness. And you were a film student, so we never really ran out of things to talk about during the five minutes you would take to make me hot chocolate. Thanks.
Lorraine Reader- Dear Lorraine. You were my favorite customer at ECV. A sweet old lady who swore like a sailor and watched sci-fi movies and was a total stoner. Such a character. I would always smile whenever you'd come in. I hope to be as cool as you one day.
French Wine Lady-Dear French Wine Lady on the Cruise My Grandparents Took Me On. Oh my God I love you so much. You would tell cheesy jokes, drink out of a flask on the job, give me and my younger sister alcohol, and just be amazing. I completely adored you. I was having a hellish time on that trip. But I cherish the memory of you.
French Chris Martin- Dear French Video Game Producer Who Looked Like Chris Martin That Sat Next to Me on a Plane. God I don't know how to say this without sounding crazy. I don't believe in fate. Except for you. And I know I'm never gonna see you again and even if I did the only sane thing to do would be pretend that I don't recognize you. I was turning left. A car ran a red light and totaled my mom's Subaru. The impact nearly broke my finger and dislocated my jaw. Since all I was doing in Canada was drawing and kick-boxing, I fled home. I wasn't supposed to be on the flight. I was supposed to be in Vancouver walking my dog. Even flying into San Fransisco instead of San Jose was a fluke. As was being stuck in the middle seat. But then I met you and talked to you and it was ridiculous. I mean, you work at the place that produces my all time favorite game. And you were so nice to me for no reason and it was honestly the first time I'd actually spoken to someone, face to face, since the accident and I'd felt so alone and you made me feel like I wasn't. You gave me advice on what to do with my life. I quit my job, moved to LA, and started taking art classes. That feels like fate.
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