What if you find this?

Suppose this is really happening…note left on a napkin. You pick it up. You look around. But I’m gone; and you know who I am.

This isn’t about me, though – it’s about you. How beautiful you are. The way you shine.

I know you smile for everyone, but I love how you smile for me. I am most likely a fool. Nevertheless, I would like to ask you out sometime.