I don't know you. I don't know anything about you, except that you are reading this. Maybe you're happy, or perhaps you're sad. I don't know you, yet. But I do know my heart, and the way this guilt tickles my tongue.
I love pictures like this because I am seeing myself seeing you in Chick-fil-A somewhere taking a picture of an ice cream and wondering to myself why this girl is taking a picture of an ice cream.