does the appreciation come across even though you wrote it and i'm reading, with no back, no forth, our monologue relationship, a true one way street on which going backwards is not even an option and yet you predicted what i would need well enough to put it into words when there were only droplets leaving behind a bone dry surface, and now i am covered in the letters, inkstains will tattoo your sense of me onto this surface that was waiting for you to write the story