Dear J,

I didn't plan to like you, not like this. I don't do this. I don't let people matter to me very much.
And yet here you are. Quiet, soft, warm- just sort of slipping in gently when I wasn't looking so one day I turned around and realised you did matter. Do you know? Can I matter to you, just a little?
But I know it would never happen. Our lives are so different and you've confided some of your dreams to me- I don't see how I could fit into them. But please live them anyway, and then come back occasionally and tell me all about it? I don't mind what or who makes you happy, just so long as you are. Just share a little of it with me, please.
I can't sleep and I know that it will be morning now in your part of the world. I wonder what you're doing, and if I'm on your mind anywhere near as much as you are on mine? Do you smile when I cross your thoughts?
Later I will start my day just as yours is winding down, and I will think of you. Last thought, first thought, you can have them all. They're yours anyway.