What I was

I was once a note between the myriads notes of a symphony. I was a letter, not yet a name. I was the difference between what I had and what I wanted to have. I was the road to elsewhere and the spot I was standing at. I was the expectation of an ending and what I got in between. I was the distance between what I wanted to be and what others had hoped I'd become.

Until I become me. A story keeper.