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.