Oh, there are so many problems floating around today. Wish you were here to help me make them more tangible, we could make them into power. We'd mix them in water and turn them into solutions!!

I made this paper in the rain, with water-paints, and water-tears falling from the sky. I carry it with me often, for letter writing emergencies!

I'm wondering..shall I put this letter in a bottle? Leave it on the sidewalk..I do miss the ocean. I'm wondering too, what your name is, and who you are. I'm afraid you didn't meet me in the best of states. Let me tell you.

See, I'd just come from visiting my lovely sister at Dartmouth College. A 5 hour bus ride from there to Montreal, an hour wait in Montreal, and a 6 hour bus ride from Montreal to Toronto. My hair was crazed beyond pixie-like, my eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, my nose ring was being a bit bothersome, and I was shivering from fever. I hadn't slept that night before, stayed up crying with my sister. It's because of those problems, the ones I think of, and suddenly long for you.

I had only few minutes before my train for home left. I saw you when you smiled at me, we walked past each other, do you remember? I smiled too, natural reaction to strangers I presume. I'm always smiling though, maybe you knew that. Happiness is always here, even in it's tinniest form. Yet, though it's always here..it's not always the dominant emotion.

I smiled at you, you smiled at me. Walking into the bakery. I went to the counter to ask for a croissant when it dawned on me…you dawned on me. And I looked behind my shoulder to spot you, but you'd disappeared into the crowd.

The agitated lady behind the counter had to say "Excuse me" twice, to capture my attention. But they were out of croissants. Thinking about it now, you were empty handed when you walked out. Maybe you like croissants too. Plain though, no chocolate or fancy stuff.

When I left the bakery I saw you standing across though the busy people, looking at me. You were so beautiful, I remember that, hehe..and your pixie hair! But, I can't remember the colour of your eyes, though I do remember ever so slightly the curve of your lips. I stood there giggling at you, and watched you turn around.

That was the end of that, and I started to walk away with the crowd but less than a few seconds later I was pulled back to where you had been standing..where you no longer were standing. I scanned the crowd quickly only to find you standing where I had been! You were laughing. Heh, I couldn't help but laugh either.

And all the people at the phone booths were staring at me, and that just made us laugh over the crowd even more!! Oh, you were so beautiful, summer salted sweet! And I felt so great at that moment, contemplating how you could carry me home in your pocket! You were like a tinker bell [only because I'd rather be peter pan!], but I'd still like to call you "boy", my pixie boy. Oh, am I being so terribly, or…well, slightly idiotic? I do know you though! Your heart seemed to glow..yellow.

But then some boy came and tapped at your shoulder, and I glanced at the huge digital clock on the wall, my train. I saw you wave, you had beautiful hands..I think. It's been a while now. I stuck out my tongue, I'm not sure but you may have turned by then.

Walking away, I did turn around once again, just to see you smile at me once more before we both disappeared to each other.

When I got to the train I put on an extra warm huge sweater, and started writing you this letter.

Dear boy, I found you ever so lovely.

So much,