MySongbird, 3,748 days. I know the number without looking it up. Ten years, two months and six days since the first time I saw your face. I track every aspect of your life like you’re my religion.
When I reveal myself, you’ll understand that I’ll never worship anyone else. You were always meant to be mine, my little songbird. But for now, I have to settle for keeping you safe.
Yours in every lifetime.
