Because they deserve it.

I created characters.

not stories.

I spent my nights under the covers at 2am with a thesaurus, searching the yellowed papers for an adjective that meant shy, but not passive

instead of making sure the dialogue between the lovers seemed enticing, but not desperate.

I tried writing a story once, going beyond the traits and the actions one would have when they heard bad news; or when being proposed to to actually putting them in action, almost as if they had a mind of there own.

I tried writing a story once, and not because of the boy who insisted i should use my mind for more than names and features, not because i felt there weren't enough good stories out there, since we all knew that simply isn't true, rather,

I tried writing a story once because my characters deserved a story. They deserved more than limp thoughts than came out of my mind in lists about people i wish i knew or attributes i wish i had. They deserved a plot and a love interest and the verb of sadness and a happy surprise and dialogue. Maybe even more than i do. Maybe even more than i did.

I tried to write a story once. and i did. and it was magical and wonderful and heart-breaking and all the emotions you would ever want to feel in a story ever. Except, now that i think about it. The best tale i have to tell is not the book itself, but it is my tale, the tale of the young girl who,after years of thinking about stories and people in stories, lived a story worth telling.