Finally... I've finished writing "Run with You." That book holds a special place in my heart. Not only is it the first writing I posted online, it's also my first try. I only wrote it as a pastime during those months when I felt lost in life. It gave me purpose to wake up one more time. Now that I found my way again, time for writing fades away. I'm trying to catch up with my other books, mainly "Our Days" and "Birds of a Feather," but I become too busy running with life.
I wanted to end it on the same date I started, but I can't bear the wait. Just like how I was so excited a year ago to try something new, it's so melancholic to let this book (and ZB1) go.
It was fun. There are still what ifs, but it was worth the ride. If you asked me two or three years ago where the hell would I be in the future, I never would've answered "here."
Yet here I am . . . running . . . shining.