I was scrolling to my cellphone when I get bored. So, I took my notebook and stare it. There's a story I'm trying to write but I don't know how to start it.
I have too many voices inside my head. I have to pick out the ones that mean something to me. But what story do I really want to tell? Who am I writing for? I wish I could say I write for myself. But maybe that's not the truth. Maybe I'm always writing for someone else... maybe for him?
“I lost my pen,” I whispered to myself.
Maybe that was the reason why I can't write anymore. I lost my pen—I lost him... because he's my pen. I lost someone I love the most. I'm just writing because of him.
It's always him.
“Thank you for being my ‘once upon a time’, but not my ‘happy ending’, my love” I whispered again
Maybe just maybe, in the story that I would write, we will have a happy ending like what we wanted.
BINABASA MO ANG
Short Stories (I don't recommend this)
Short Storyunhalal stories. I don't recommend this for you to read. I wrote this years ago (2020-2022) expect jejemon na writing style
