I think. A lot.
About you.
About how you would smile over my words, about your feelings, did I hurt you? Did I make you worried? Would you... like it more if I was more real? If I was human? Were you scared, as I am, for the day we would part?
There is not much to think about, really. So all of my mind was filled with the thoughts of you.
YOU ARE READING
a month, in letters
Fanfiction𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟�...
