For one who doesn't believe in love, it's amazing how I'm able to put pen to paper to create amazing and intriguing romance novels to bring smiles to the faces of my supportive and wonderful readers. It amazes me how I'm able to create love when I don't have faith in it. Maybe I'm lying to myself. Maybe my mind is strongly against it that my heart is not willing to open up and accept that I have tiny traces of love within my soul. Maybe that's it. It baffles me how I'm able to create love between my characters and haven't managed to create one for myself. I'm just a random city girl, sitting in that one corner of her room which inspires her to write down whatever pops into her mind on these white, clean sheets lying down infront of her, bringing smiles to the faces of the hopeless hearts and the hopeful ones. That's what my free time is used for, motivating my readers even though my heart isn't willing to be motivated. Prince charming, knight in shinny armour, love, fairytales, all these aren't my believes. My heart doesn't believe the fantasies this world has created for itself. But maybe, just maybe, one day when I find myself in my own fairytale, when I find the one, as people call it, my heart will open up and believe these great masterpieces I create on paper. But for now, my only wish is to create novels that will put smiles on the faces of others if not on mine. Thank you😊