I have been writing a lot lately.
My books, my pages, my pens and my ink are all destroyed and messy, I have been writing so much.
I will never show those pages to anyone. Not even people who inspired it, not to the people who wonder if I'm still writing about them.
But if anyone wonders, - I am.
Just not to your eyes anymore.
I write our story over and over again until I get so tired my wrist won’t continue moving. It hurts.
So please don't ask if I'm still writing, just ask if my wrist is hurting.
And I haven’t reached the end chapter yet.
I guess I never will.
I hope I never will.
