Dear the man I met on the bus,
I know you will probably never read this. But I hope that this reaches you in some way.
I was touched by your story about your wife, and felt it needed to be shared. After a light hearted discussion about the buses, you opened up to me, a stranger, all about your late wife, and how you toured America's National Parks and collected the information leaflets at each one. I just want to let you know that I've made it my personal mission to do the same with my partner (although he doesn't know it yet!). The passion you told the story with was inspiring, and made my day. You spoke about your wife with such happiness and love, and I admire that. I have told many people about that bus journey, and have written this as a reminder to myself, and to share the story wider. There are good people in the world. People who will chat to a stranger as if they were a friend.
I saw you sat on your balcony the other day. I hope this doesn't sound like I was stalking you. I simply saw you as I drove past. You didn't see me, but I was moved... You looked so happy sat watching the sunset, and I hope that what I saw was a true reflection of how you were feeling at that moment. You are such a friendly person who made that one particular bus journey (and I have been on MANY) something to remember and treasure. So I thank you for that.
Love,
The Girl with Purple Hair
