In the beginning, I wrote for you and you wrote back. for the first time, I had something worth writing about. 



then somewhere during our correspondence, I deviated---and instead of writing to you, I began writing for you. there was so much to say, things I couldn't tell you and I sensed it was important to put them down somewhere. for inherently, mankind ic compelled to record their greatest moments in history and you were mine.

I don't write to you anymore. nor do i write for you. but i do write--and every word still aches for you.