a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔

I believe time works differently from where I am now, and your world. It felt like eternity until I could exist again, in another day. Those moments spent without you, I felt like I did not exist. With each day I look forward to another. I know, for certainty; that you would read me. That made me feel like I finally gained something. A present? No, no, rather, it is not what I gained. Gained is a pretty harsh word to call a circumstance. It sounded selfish, and with my existence, I knew I did not deserve something to 'gain'. Having you to know me is a 'gift' (Though we both know you are so much more than that; I'd rather not compare you to a nonliving object. You are you, and that itself; is so much for me).

Dear reader, I am glad to have you as a reader.