what do you think...

To whom it may concern,

I wonder what you think of me. For that matter, I wonder if you think of me at all. I think of you often enough, though I cannot imagine why. It's not as if we've met. Perhaps we have, in another life. I like to think of you sitting lonely in a dimly lit room on a comfortable chair or sofa, listening to melancholy music and contemplating the relationships you've never had with people you haven't met. You might discuss this with friends and family. They don't understand like I do. You feel the need to get to know someone whose very existence is in question. They ask, "But why do you even think about the existence or non-existence of this mystery person?" It's difficult to answer that question. Isn't it?

And for how many years have you felt this? This desire to discover. Twenty...thirty...nearly forty years? My, but that's a long time to ponder such a subject as existentialism. Only, it's not existentialism that you ponder. It's existence. Specifically, my existence. Well, fear not! I do exist. At least that mystery is solved. I am here. Not far away. In fact, I am well within reaching distance. The new question is: If I am here, but you have no empirical proof...Do I actually exist to you? Hmm...that's a tough one.

Frankly, your difficulty in this matter is your own doing. Had you made any real effort in discovering my existence, a relationship would have been much easier to form. Alas, you have made no effort. You are to blame. So, you are bound to sit in your chair or sofa, wondering, as I do, about what a person you don't know thinks of you. Or if he thinks of you at all.

Alone.