Do you know how much you fascinate me? I watch you from across the room and wonder who you really are. What you are thinking and why. It doesn’t matter how you look, what you wear, whether the words I catch at intervals are beautiful or ugly, how old or young you are, in the end it doesn’t even matter who you really are. I long to know you because you are not me. I cross the room and introduce myself. I watch you take in my long skirt, my soft, high, voice, my odd, unidentifiable, accent. Our dissimilarity makes you uncomfortable, and I see you wonder why I came to talk to you. Would you believe me if I told you it was because I am in love with you? Because I am in love with the world?
Do you know how much I like you? Perhaps we have never spoken, though we know each other’s names. Perhaps we have spoken, but found so little in common, that we only spoke of the weather. Do you know that I am still searching for a way to get to know you better? Would you believe me if I told you that I am in love with the little I know of you? Because I am in love with the world?
Do you know how much you mean to me? We have had so many conversations, wonderful conversations! Often, when I sit alone, I think of them and smile. Yet now, when we meet, I have nothing to say. When thoughts and questions come to me I treasure them up for you, but they feel incomplete, artificial, fragile. Does my silence bother you? When we sit without speaking, for long, thought-filled, moments, do you wonder if our friendship is waning? Would you believe me if I told you that I have fallen in love with who you are? That simply laughing and talking is no longer enough, I long to work with you to make a better world. Because I am in love with the world.
Do you know how much I love you? You have watched me grow. You know I hide away my plans, even from you, until I am sure I can accomplish them. You know how many hours I spend alone. How often at meal times, I am detached, absorbed in my own thoughts. How I gravitate toward tasks which only one person can do. How I do not ask questions, if I can help it. And how, often, when I do speak, it is about something childish or trivial. Do you ever wonder if I really care about you? Would you believe me if I told you that all of you are continually in the forefront of my mind? I am in love with you all, because it is my privilege to work alongside you to make a better world. And I am in love with the world.