A letter. Just a piece of paper, marked with ink. Words made up of 26 letters. That's it. And yet filled with so much emotion and longing. So what's my job? I'm the scribe for those too lost to write what they feel. But being the scribe means no one can write for me. This is the story of how one mistake can lead to a ridiculous number of smirks, laughs and annoyance. #JustWriteIt (Just randomly decided to start writing so don't judge it too harshly)All Rights Reserved