An untitled letter
Photo by Travis Grossen I wrote about you once. Not on paper, but in the folds of my brain. I told a story that was only for me--a dream that I was too scared to share out loud. No one would ever know. Just like one can’t ever really know a person. You saw me, and you believed in me, and you loved me. To you, I was worth something. I wasn’t a time-filler, and I wasn’t just a silly nice girl. You were proud to know me and to hold me. We’d get up in the morning and laug
