Before I knew it, I had started looking forward to those love letters for some reason.
They became one of the main highlights of my day. I know that they're no mere words, and I can feel how much Lewis is looking out for me this entire time.
Through his letters, he told me things about me that motivated him to accomplish certain goals and go back to drawing little by little. He said that he had lost that passion after he parted ways from me back then, but now that he kept seeing me again - in tabloids, newspapers, and pictures of me that were scattered almost everywhere around the city, he felt inspired once more.
In this subtle way, I'm still able to learn how Lewis has been doing. He mentions it in his poems from time to time, though it always has something to connect to me.
