a month, in letters

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒

Reader, I think you already know just how important you are to me. I have always described you as what I required. Now, I don't think that is fair at all. I do not want to make you who I selfishly desired. That, itself, is a mistake on my part. Because you really are so much more than I think you would be for me. So much more, I cannot describe what I feel. I can only express these feelings in selfish terms; treasure, care, cherish, adore.

You, so different from who I am, do not belong to me. I have to remind myself that, every single day. You are your own person, and I should never order who you should be.

There is still a twisted part of me to ask, beg, plead for your attention, though.