The other day I wrote a love letter.
To a stranger.
I couldn’t tell you their name or the color of their eyes.
But I can tell you that they probably deserved a love letter.
Probably needed one.
So while I sat in a Starbucks, waiting for a friend, I wrote a love letter.
To no one, and to everyone.
It went a little something like this:
See, I had a bad day that morning. I stubbed my toe. I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear. My breakfast was stale. I was exhausted. Nothing seemed to go as planned.
Until I sat down with a cup of coffee.
And remember what my friend Hannah had already remembered over 400 times.
That even if you’re having a bad day, someone else is having a worse one.
So why not cheer them up?
Who’s them? Well, them could be anyone.
And even if the person that picked up my letter if having a good day, it might be remembered on one that isn’t quite as joyful.
And thus, the love letter has done it’s job.
Spread the joy, the love, the appreciation of one stranger to the next.
I sat through my coffee date with the letter tucked inside my notebook.
And upon leaving, slyly tucked it under the promotional sign promising the return of the pumpkin spiced latte.
My heart was pounding as I walked out the double doors. Hoping no one saw, almost feeling like I was committing a crime by leaving that little envelope tucked on a table.
All while wondering if someone would pick it up.
Would anyone see it?
Or would they simply think it was trash?
But as I reached my car a sense of exhilaration came over me.
At possibly making someone’s day a little better than my own.
At who could possibly be the recipient of my little note.
This world needs more love letters.
Won’t you write one?