M,
I wrote my first letter for you maybe a week ago. It was drafted from my edorsement for the graveyard shift in the hospital. I forgot where it is but a ggod chance is that I threw it away.
I love making letters because when I get to read it again in the future which is so uncertain, anyways, it reminds me of the past. This past is the NOW that I have. All I care is the now. You are my now.
M.
