You are beautiful. I hope that makes you smile, because you seemed stressed tonight. I mean, they left you with a section that had only empty ketchup bottles, so I can understand. But I want you to smile, because I feel like it can only make you more beautiful. You are wearing this generic, uniform but have still found a way to present yourself as unique. You show off your own style, and that's attractive; something that doesn't happen enough in this day and age. I don't know your story, or anything about you for that matter, but I find myself sitting here wanting to. I want to buy you a cup of coffee and just talk with you. Better yet, I just want to listen first, because I feel like you have amazing thoughts, ideas, dreams, fears, and questions that you don't get to share with the world enough. And damn it, you're special, and I feel like you maybe haven't heard that enough. I want to learn who you are, so I can hug you and it can have a special meaning, so I can look into your beautiful eyes and whisper "I believe in you" right before I get lost in them. I want you to know that my night is better because I got to meet you. I hope 4 am comes fast, so you can go home and get some rest. I hope that you can fall asleep to peaceful thoughts that will lead you to a kind dream; and I hope that dream doesn't stop when you wake up.
P.S. Thanks for the pancakes. : )
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