I used to write, all the time. I would spend hours and hours researching for a new chapter. I read about how to describe people and places. I read about the different types of narrators, the do's and don'ts. It was not easy. You see, English is not my first language. I may sound decent by writing, but my Spanish accent is very thick when talking.
Sometimes, I just could not write as well as I would like to, so I spent hours and hours figuring things out. Writing became everything to me and I loved it. But, then life happened and I stopped it.
Today, I decided to write again. Well, that's a lie. I have been writing for months. Everything I wrote for one person. Love letters, but through text. Paragraph after paragraph describing how much I love him and how perfect he is for me, usually after an argument.
I thought I was going crazy. I kept getting mad at him for things that seemed silly, something was off about him. Oh, I need to mention. It is a long-distance relationship. One fine night, I found the answer to my doubts. He had a girlfriend, a relationship that had lasted for about 10 years.
I had never felt more stupid. But, that's not it. I actually stayed. She left but I stayed. Even now, I feel like I am begging for his love. I want to see how this ends, probably with me, heartbroken. At least, I hope it will be a good source of material for my writing.
Is anyone reading this?
