Dear You, Have we met yet? I probably have seen you somewhere. I probably have met you in a coffee shop while sipping my frappe, you with eyes glued in the newspaper while waiting for your hot cup to cool. Our eyes may have met in a sea of strangers walking past each other in a rush. Or if we haven’t met yet, I’d probably see you one of these days – in a couple of weeks perhaps? Or maybe a few months. A few years? No one can tell.