You were a circus clown. Normally when you preformed people in the crowd never stood out to you, all becoming a blur in your memory. All except for one.

This one man always caught your eye. He was like a pastel highlighter in a sea of yellow and blue highlighters; you couldn’t forget about him. Apparently neither could he since he hasn’t missed a single show ever since your first performance.

One day after a show you anonymously slipped him a letter. A love letter to be exact. It was corny and poetic but to your surprise, you received one back the show after. You both began exchanging letters afterwards, almost like a secret pen pal.

You stood at the back of the circus tent carefully unfolding a new letter. You were still in your bright makeup and clothes from the show.