
"Dear X, these are the words I've wanted to say. I probably might not. So when I'm gone, remember me. And when you're lost, you have these to guide your way back." X could could be her, or him. It could be the guy working in the corner shop; or the man playing his accordion on the bench, near the tree in town centre. It could be anyone. But X, these letters are for you. You are anyone. You are special. You are X. 15th January 2014, chick lit: #385All Rights Reserved