a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐

Have you wondered about what you would be like if you have never met me? I for one, would still be in these bleak pages with no one to read me, and no one to remember. My words, the same as they are, would lose their meaning. My confessions on the later chapters would be the same as nothing. My feelings not conveyed, my dedication towards you would be naught. Yet I would still, and will be; letters assigned for you.

I wonder if it is all that I am.