Letters from a Comatose Patient

Letter #3

Dear (Cather) Wren,

Okay.

So, as you may have noticed, I sign off with the date.

Well, okay, part of the date.

I don't give the year, and the reason's simple, really:

I don't see the point.

Okay, yeah, I'll point out again that you'll probably never get these.

And that it doesn't matter what day it is and what year it is.

But I guess that the day has a significance to me.

The year is unimportant no matter what, really.

But the day...

Let's just say that whatever I write on these pieces of paper, whatever feelings I may share, they won't change.

So if you come back to this letter on March 24th after a year of being away from it, those feelings won't have changed.

Nothing will have changed a year later.

Do you understand?

I will always feel the same, no matter what.

March 24,

Koda

P.S. You're never getting these letters.