in a strangers world (from one poet to another)

You, yes you.
You on the other side of this writing,  
I'm talking to you.  
I don't know who you're,  
Apart from the picture you use as your profile pic  
And your moniker that you use to define yourself.  
We could be neighbors, we could be miles apart.  
Yet I'm still talking to you.  
I'm writing this to tell you how I feel about you.  
I love you, trust you and cherish you.  
We've surely never met on real life.  
I've never seen your face,  
Or heard the sound of your voice.  
But I have read your every word you've written.  
I've seen your dreams,  
I've felt your sorrow,  
I've felt your joy.  
I've touched the infinite limits of  your imagination,  
I've captured your thoughts,  
All through your words.  
It's funny I feel like I know you,  
And I feel like nobody knows me better than you do.  
I've shared my darkest with you.  
I've shared my happiest with you .  
Suddenly my life revolves around you.  
Is it words that connect us?  
Is it the power of the mind that brings us closer?  
Or is it just one of those questions of love we never really get to answer?  
All I want to know is why am I so attached to you?  
We've made love.  
We've built friendships,  
Brotherhood, forged legions and curved our names in an imaginary oak tree.    
I have so many questions to ask.  
But this I'm certain of,  
I'm happy to have your in my life.  
I'm happy to have come across you in this life.  
Maybe you're my neighbor maybe we're miles apart.  
Just know that I love you, trust you and cherish you.