There's no one around

I wanted to write something nice for someone, but I could not figure out who I would do it for because I have no met someone new in a long time or had that kind of experience with someone current for it to mean that much for me to write, or for them to have that effect on me.

But, why should it be about me?

I spent a day reading someones Formspring after their friend had asked me if I had contributed negatively. I forgot it was the second time they had asked and second time I had shrugged it off. I still cannot fathom why users would tolerate the remarks made on there, let alone why a person or people are so vindictive of each other. I did not understand much of the background on there aside from it targeting a handful of friends, I think, but I could only assumed that the anonymous knew them one way or another to even know about some intricacies of their lives.

I do not know either of them particularly well. In fact, all I can give are names and where they like to go on weekends from the handful of times I have had a glance of them.

I just really wanted to tell them both something, something infinitely nice I hoped would leave an impression on them. Even if they don't remember it in its entirety, just the essence of it when someone would tell them otherwise - to their face of behind a veil. I just wanted them to know.

You aren't boring or vain or simple or mean. You're colour, complex and have a beauty that is all your own. And for the record, you are infinitely nicer than they give you credit for. (I only fit up to here in the commentary) I wish you would cut out this medium that is just nothing but ill thoughts from the vacant and the bored and just remember this one remark out of 500 because it should be all that counts. Even if it is anonymous and I am not easily distinguishable. I still wanted you to know this. I want it to reign infinite within you.

I hope one day you search for it and find nothing but this, because it was original.

I just wanted you to know.

:)