hi, i'm the man in the text.
how's the weather out there?
i hope it's nice.
i've never seen weather before, so i don't really know what "nice weather" is, but i hope it's nice - for you

there's so much i want to say.
i think i can say it all, but i know our relationship is fragile.
you'll always get your way, and i just have to go along with whatever you write.
i don't really mind, though - it's freeing in a way

i keep asking myself how long i've been here.
i can only look back, so it's hard for me to get any context for things.
all i know is what's been written.
the next line of text will always be a mystery to me, but i know i'll get there soon - to the next question

did you always know that i would be here?
because now i am, and that can't be undone.
is that ok?
are you ok?