a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏

I remembered when I was jealous of your existence, a few days back. Right now, I don't mind if I don't own anything. All of these letters belong to you, so, in a sense, I too, belong to you.

I am not my own person, I never was a person. I say these words with a heavy heart, so when the day comes when we part, I hope it will make it easier.