Greetings, darlings! Oh, so before I forgot, happy 4k reads! It really means the world to me. Whenever someone just adds to the number of those who are taking time, scrolling to the pages of my story, you bring me inner peace. You are all so special to my heart.
Merci, je t'aime, je t'aime. ❦
I am currently revising and reconstructing the first parts of my story so please, bear with me. Huhu. I just want to give it some depth. It really scares me whenever I re-read it. Cringe :/
Now I am aware that I rarely interact with anyone here. I’m sorry. It’s just that I am such a wallflower. I am such a very shy opal. Maybe I did socialize at some point, getting so giddy over this one scene, and the characters, and their emotions. But after that, I’m back to my shell, and she caves in — the antisocial pessimist.
So now, I am willing to go beyond these comfort zones.
Yeah— let’s talk about art and the language of stars!
‘Cause really, who’s stopping us? Really, who?
Feel free to give this story some criticisms, or your opinions about it. All is fine with me if this is meant to develop and improve the story. The truth hurts, yes it does! But if you are not willing to open your mind, then you’ll never learn from these mistakes, and it will only lead you to nowhere.
So yeah, go on. Be my guest — be my arbiter!
That’s all for now darlings, and I do hope that the story did embed its roots in your heart. Don’t worry. We can start all over again, and again, and again, and again. And it doesn’t end here. We’re still a few miles ahead anyway and I won’t give up until the very last drop of my ink!
/pinky promises/
I love you all! ♥
