I like to write.
It's one of my passions. My ambition is to one day write a book; it doesn't have to be a best seller or anything... I wouldn't mind if there would be only one printed copy of it. But I would love to know I wrote those words on those pages... Look on the cover and see my name printed in them...
To me writing is a window into a different world... To some people it is music - I envy those talented people, music is a true gift! - and to some it is painting, running, horse back riding... But writing or typing words can relax me, can make me happier when I am sad, can even help me understand something I struggled with just a while before... But even this didn't come easy to me... You see, I need inspiration to write, otherwise it will end up being just a whole bunch of disconnected words on a piece of paper (or computer window). Of course many things inspire me, but nothing makes me write better than love. Feeling the love from my family, friends, or even being in love - doesn't matter if it works or not. It just fills my mind and my heart and it has to be poured somewhere before it gets lost among all my other thoughts.
And I think I am in love... In love with life! I have been having so much and I don't even think I deserve it all... But I am happy and warm on the inside. And not only I am in love with life, but there's also someone in my life. He's my best friend, has been since we first talked - we didn't really talk the first time we met, which is funny now that I think about it, because we kind of compete to find out who talks more now - but I'm afraid that's all he allows us to be. Just friends. But I love him and I understand his many reasons to this decision. I even agree with so many of them. But I love him. ANd with the words of Beethoven, I finish this post: "Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.".
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