Whoever you are.

I don't know who you are.
I don't know if I've met you yet, or if I'll meet you when I'm 90.
I don't know if you sit behind me in math, or if you always watch me walk past in the hallways.
I don't know if you go to O.T., or White Oaks, or if you've already dropped out of school.
I don't know if you're in university, or if you're just starting kindergarten.
I don't know if you have blond hair, brown hair, red hair, or blue hair.
I don't know if you have two eyes or three.
I don't know if you live in Oakville, or Mississauga, or if you live in Hong Kong.
I don't know if your name is Fred, or Stan, or Vladismir.
I don't know if you're a super serious catholic, or if you're an atheist.
I don't know if you're black or white.
I don't know if you love the arts, or if you're a complete science geek.
I don't know if you're homeless or if you live in a mansion.
I don't know if I've ever passed you on the street before.

I know one thing though.
And that is; you had better love me.