To the purple haired girl with the green canvas bookbag who is always on the 60, your head bopping and unprompted but infectious and endearing smile lights up my world every time I see you. Whether your reading a weird book about witches or your preferred national geographic, you look so open I just want to hug the shit out of you. I hope someone is loving you, and life is as great to you as your smile is to me. —Admirer, NOT stalker