a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕

It is common knowledge that there exist seven days in a week. For me, this is the seventh day I came to existence, solely for you.

For you, it may only be a few hours, or minutes, but for me, the time you read me is equivalent to the time I spent with you, days be damned. Time will pass on, and we both know there will be an inevitable end. Afterall, every book must come to a close, right?

For now, it is enough to come into terms on how we spend time with each other.