It was not a fixed ambition like being a doctor or a lawyer. Writing was just something I explore. The idea of a children's book with its dragons and centaurs has fascinated me. A fixed storyline with heroes and heroines delaying the permanent evil in the world is such a gratification. There truly is nothing more enticing than producing these characters.
However, the avenue of speech and public speaking caused severe distraught in me in the early years of school. The idea of anyone watching me raw sends me in spiral agitation, so naturally I abandoned that ship early. When I have to share my stories in school, I hide behind the curtains as a narrator or an overhead voice. No one seems to disapprove that I get comfort in the sidelines.
With writing however, it seems like if I pen down my thoughts into paper it rearrange itself to coherence. This was well-received by my beau, because she would read everything I send her to read.
Kimm will always be the first person I share my writing with. And she will always encourage me to write some more. In time it encouraged me to journal and read. In our little exhibition of writing to each other with whatever thoughts we have in our souls, we find constancy and support. One day I woke up and I never have to say anything to be understood by this person.
How i bared myself into this beautiful being, and have her receive every facet of my existence is almost impossible to describe.
All I know is that it was a remarkable feeling. To be understood without saying anything at all. Like the antiphonal duets by wrens and robins producing a ballad, connecting in silence is the strongest of them bonds.
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Two Good People
RomantikWhat do you do when your wife suddenly shows up after being dead for two years? If Christmas miracle exists, this must be it for Jose and Lucio. Following the sudden loss of Kimm from his life, Jose's mourning seems to have no end. Everything change...
