ARE WE GOOD? I DON'T KNOW, YOU TELL ME.

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

Then somewhere during our correspondence I deviatedand 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 it down somewhere. For inherently mankind are compelled to record the greatest moments in our history (and you were mine).


I don't write to you anymore. Nor do I write for you. But I do writeand every word still aches for you. 



Lang Leav, History