Dearest One-Seventy Five,
I come to you in the very first minutes of your time. It is late evening or early morning to some. But to me I am as awake as ever. I always have such a wonderful sense of confidence at this hour. I laugh and sometimes talk myself into believing that its all genuine. The pure feeling of darkness and tired eyes keeps me going some days.
I guess you could find it sad that all I simply want is to share this time with someone. Someone who cares. Who listens. Who loves. Who feels...something....anything.
Its stupid I know. But I guess you already knew to.
Sincerely,
Dre
