notes to a stranger, part 1

Why do I keep seeing you everywhere? All you are is another person. Another person with another face. I like your face.

I don't know your name. And I don't know who you are. I know nothing about you. I don't know what accent you have or what your voice even sounds like. But I know your face. I've seen all its expressions. I know it's habits, I know your smile, I know your frown. And I like it.

I see you in the halls of my school. I see you so often. I feel like its weird I'm always noticing you, a perfect stranger, with an imperfectly perfect face. In the halls at school I always bump into you. I always see you. My friends talk to me and I see you in the distance and their voices fade away. Do you notice me noticing you? Do you notice me as much as I do you?

I saw you smoking yesterday. I've seen you smoke a couple of times. Just before you head to lunch. You're always smoking with that guy, I heard his name somewhere. But I don't remember it. I wonder if he's your brother or your boyfriend. You shouldn't smoke. It's not good for you. Not good for your face.