I remember how the smell of some old books brought subtle smiles to my face. 

I remember how I used to bend down to enjoy the black ink with eyes closed when I practiced calligraphy. 

I remember how sometimes my fingers felt like home and as if they were hugging their dear family when they were flying freely on the keyboard. 


I believe in what my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda, said, 

{There are only two things that I definitely can't live without in life: Poetry and Love.}