She loved to write, it was her way of expression. The promise of pen and paper, that they would never stop hearing and they would never say anything, in these chaos of world it was the only thing that actually kept her sane. Was it because she was afraid of being vulnerable in front of people or she just didn't like people sharing with people at all, but the truth was her only best friends were her diary and her teddy, she had often wept all night hugging her teddy, and in some ways it was there for her when nothing else was.
Only people close to her know how much she loves to write, and so does he. Writing makes her feel alive, but the thing about feelings is that, that they change and so did she, and somewhere along the way the diary and teddy got lost.
Someone once said "The only constant is change" and things were once again changing in her life, she had left writing but writing never left her, all she needed was a little push by something or rather by someone who really mattered.
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