tell me about the people, things, places, and books you love and why you love them. tell me how you go outside and lay in the grass and look up at the stars at night and wonder about it all. tell me about the days when you went home alone to dance around to your favorite jimmy eat world record because you always swore it sounded like hope. share it with me. let me buy you hot chocolate and we can walk the streets stepping on the crunchy leaves and talk about how small the world really is, but how big it is and how much we still have to discover. tell me about all the places you want to go. how you want to see the great pyramids of giza one day and meet a lonely soul in a cafe in paris and buy them du thé and also how you long to go to india and ride an elephant. let’s exchange our philosophies on life. i want to see into your heart. regardless of the wrongs you’ve done, i still believe you’re heart is made of gold. there have been world wars and the holocaust and suicides and homocides. but you weren’t a part of those, and they started to happen way before you were even born and you still feel the weight of them, almost as if a part of you is responsible. and maybe you forgot to hold the door open for a lady at the grocery store today or you passed the salvation army jar without slipping in the 79 cents sitting in your pocket. but you are still a good person with good intentions and i want to know about it all. anne frank once said, “in spite of everything, i still believe people are good at heart.” and i believe her. i want to know your story, and maybe if you would let me be a part of that story then that’d be pretty cool.