Dear _____,

As I sit and write this, it dawns on me that perhaps no one will ever read these. Despite being addressed to you, that doesn’t mean they’ll find their way to you or anyone. That’s the way it is sometimes, that’s how these things can end up going. They may remain unread.

I suppose that’s fair. It’s an active choice to read these words, to read any words really. Just because they exist doesn’t mean they’re entitled to be read… and despite that fact, these words exist all the same. Even if they remain unread and ignored, there’s proof that they are here, that they were brought to life for one reason or another. That reason maybe being an effort to reach someone else, whoever may stumbles across them at any point in time, despite the potential silence that may span between us. Who’s to say?

Maybe the words we write are simply waiting for the right moment, for the right person to find them. Because there’s something special in the way we encounter words that truly speak to us, whether they’re found in the pages of the books we read, the letters we receive, the messages we send to one another – whatever it may be. We end up finding something that resonates with us, that makes us feel seen, cared for, and inspired. I think that’s part of the reason why we write in the first place… with the hope that one day, our words will give someone something they connect with, something that they can read and feel lifted up by. I mean, I suppose that’s why I’m writing these letters now.

Of course, writing anything comes with the risk that it will remain unseen forever. And I think that’s okay. Because even if no one receives them, the mere act and effort of putting something out there… maybe it can be for our own sake as well, our own sense of catharsis. It shows that we’re here, that we’ve done something. Maybe that can be enough.

So I guess that is why I’ll keep writing these – despite that risk, despite the potential silence, despite these words maybe reaching no one. If that’s what ends up happening, then at least I can say I managed to put something out there. But as long as there’s the chance that they will reach you, at whatever time you may find them, it’s my hope they’ll be a source of comfort and validation. Until they do… well, I guess they’ll sit here and wait patiently for you to arrive.

Originally written 23-06-2025

Accompanying music: Slow Reel by Assembly