Dear Michael,
Day 6. Almost been a week since I've started writing these.
It hurts to know that you probably haven't even touched my letters. Because when I look at you it doesn't seem you're thinking about it. Or me.
I just want to know if you care. Is this a waste of time?
I hope not.
But it slowly seems like it is.
I mean it isn't that hard to pick up a pencil and start writing, I'm doing it right now.
But it's your life. You choose what you do and don't do. In my life I've chosen to love you.
I know my heart is going to get broken but I don't care. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
That's right. I just quoted probably one of the saddest books ever.
But literally it would.
They say life isn't worth living until you've found something to live for. That person is you.
You've kept me alive.
When things get bad all I do is look at you and I smile. Heck I smile just at the sound of your voice.
Well I have to go watch some horses run around a track for people's entertainment. Actually when I was little I've always wanted to be a jockey. But now I'm too tall for that.
But I love riding horses. It makes you feel free. Also just the bond between you and them makes it all worth it.
I miss it too. The place that I would go ride at sold them so they could move someplace else. Stupid decision on their part. But it's too late now. The funny thing is that the guy that owned them would always get my birthday mixed up with one of the horses.
Number 5 is going to win tonight. I just have a feeling. But enough of talking about betting on horses.
I love you so much. Never forget that.
Yours Truly,
K
