Rowan. You’re the one who sees into my soul, and it’s your name that echoes in every word that leaves my lips. You came into my life unexpectedly, reaching out to me when I was at my lowest point, becoming much more than the friend you’ve always been.
I don’t know what the next few months has in store for us, but I know one thing for certain—I can’t make it through this without you. I can’t write, and I can’t be the man I know I am deep down inside.
You offered me your hand, and it made me feel alive again, but now reality is starting to set in. We left things behind without considering the consequences of our actions, and the reality of our lives is rushing back to threaten what we made together.
My future as a writer is uncertain, and I pray that my personal demons haven’t chased you away forever.
Only one question remains—can you be there for me when I need you the most?
I’m a Wordsmith, and this is my story.