Letter #1 (1/3)

Sir,

I shudder at the thought of these moments slipping away from my memory’s expanse. Even if it is just one, I am unwilling to part. Though I am aware, I am nothing to you. Yet, to me, you are precious beyond measure. I wish to immortalize your existence on this earth with my quill; to etch black upon white. Though I know, perhaps, you will never read a single word from these pages.