Writing, for me, is not just a craft-it's a sanctuary, a rebellion, a balm. I write because I ache to create the kind of love that women crave but rarely speak of-the kind that lingers in glances, in silence, in the spaces between words. I write the love I long for, the love I believe in, the love that heals and haunts. My stories are stitched from longing and layered with the kind of vulnerability that makes hearts tremble. 
I write to forget the noise of the world, to cry without shame, to calm the storm inside me. I write to escape reality, not because it's unbearable, but because fiction lets me breathe in ways reality never could. And in that breath, I offer others a glimpse of love-not necessarily their own, but a love that exists, that pulses, that transforms. Because the presence of love, even borrowed or imagined, makes us lovers. 
So what if we are not the loved ones? We are the ones who feel deeply, who dream wildly, who write fiercely. And that, in itself, is a kind of love story. 

Your Writer 
Guri... (^///^) 
lots of love to all these lovely hearts... out there..