Dear random stranger,

     I do not know you, thus the name 'random stranger,' but I have recently been fantasizing about you. When will you show yourself and where? I have been hanging out at coffee shops alone long enough. I have been walking through random streets in hope that you will someday see and talk to me despite the air of awkwardness I usually possess. I wish you would see through my introversion. I promise you, once you break the ice, you wouldn't even notice that I have this tendency to be soft-spoken in public.
     Although you are a random stranger, I hope we would find a connection, even in the silliest aspects of our interests. Or if not, maybe we can agree to disagree about something after bickering for five minutes and then laughing at ourselves for the sheer absurdity of it all. And afterwards, we shall see the beauty of our conversations, of how fluid and flexible they are, moving from one topic of relevance to a light one with no profound impact to anyone at all.
     Anyway, it's getting late and I still have to wake up early tomorrow. Please random stranger, show yourself and talk to me. Initiate it because I wouldn't have the courage to.

Respectfully yours,
Aldrin.