I miss writing.
Like a long lost friend.
An old lover.
I am longing for it’s comfort. For that familiar feeling of belonging.
I haven’t been able to write as much as I want for the past months. When I was supposed to write everything. On times when I feel like telling the world of the things I did.
This year, I’ve been through a lot. Been TO a lot and experienced a lot of firsts in my life. I am enjoying. I am having so much fun. Finally, I can say that I am LIVING!
Promise I'll make it up to you. :) SOON.
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