Have you had lunch?
I just had some. Strange, but in the middle of it, right when I was getting ready to comment on a coworker's story, I wondered about you, and whether you've already eaten.
Yes, yes I know. I know of some people who will take it as proof of my insanity. I mean, I haven't even met you yet, and here I am wondering about whether you've had lunch or not. Go ahead, laugh. It's okay. I wouldn't take it against you.
After it happened, I imagined you were eating a really big sandwich. The kind that had everything on it: lettuce, ham, lots of cheese, a little mayo, pickles, and tomatoes in between warm lightly toasted bread. Weird huh? I'm imagining your food when I can't even picture what you look like.
To be honest, I've been wondering a lot about you lately. Sometimes I'd cross the street and wonder: are you somewhere in the same city? Crossing the same street? If I take a look back, would I get a glimpse of you? I'd be alone at home, grab a book from the shelf and think: Have you read this title yet? I think you'll enjoy it. I'd be in the middle of a crowd of people and look around, expecting you to appear, as if I'd somehow know it's you even if it's the first time I'll ever see your face.
So, have you had lunch?
I hope you have, and that you've eaten you're favorite food. Sometimes that's all it takes to make the rest of the day seem great.
Don't take too long,
B
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