A love letter to someone who will never read it
I am writing to you because I will die if I don't write something and you are the only one I can imagine talking to. You are the only one who I can imagine talking to because I am in love with you and you don't exist. Maybe if I was born with a different name we would have fallen in love, but I'm not sure about that because you are still not over your ex-wife. Or maybe I made that up, there are so many gaps in your story and I fill it up with what I can. You remind me of my brother who swore off love forever once his marriage fell apart and spends all his time traveling now. I am writing this letter on borrowed time and I don't remember what I wanted to tell you anymore.
I don't know. I saw a dead rat today. I went to see a film but the tickets sold out. I made some new friends. Someone broke their glasses on the bus. My cousin didn't invite me to his wedding. These are little things that make up my life, and I want to know what makes up yours. That is all.
