Not many people know of my passion for writing, for how I would run back to my laptop and turn it on when an idea strikes or how I would ignore picking up the papers on the floor and reach for my laptop, type away as quickly as I can.
When everything fell apart, I was lost, like a lost child left alone in a maze, the only difference is that I wanted to give up at the entrance of the maze without moving one step forward at all. Many people knew how much my blog meant to me, I do not have many talents and it was the only thing that could make me be proud of myself. It meant everything to me, my blog and my passion for writing. Until that day.
I gave up, I have always knew that I will drop the pen, stop at mid-sentence and give up writing one day, I just didn't think that it will be this soon. When I fell in love with you, I started working on a piece of writing like how you have always hoped I would. It took me half a year to have it written and as how it was said in the writing, that it will be read if things went wrong, unfortunately things did. Since the last update, I never blogged again, I used to go onto my blog every night but never again, I don't even remember the last time I went to the website.
When you chose to give up, I did not cry like how I thought I would, maybe it is because of how I thought you were like the stars illuminating the night sky. Some nights you will see a piece of dark sky with nothing but the moon; Some nights you will then see stars shining bright above you. It was as though you were those stars, how you would disappear and still come back to me shining.
All those times, I was wrong about one thing and I never knew what it was.
That you weren't stars, you were just the flame of a burning candle.
