Hi loves,
First of all, thank you for reading this story all the way to the end. I still can't believe I actually finished it—like, huh? Me? A struggling premed student who's supposed to be buried in notes and reviewers, but somehow ended up writing chapters instead of studying (is this... an excuse? Maybe).
Writing was my first love. I kind of lost it along the way because, you know, life, school, responsibilities, burnout... all that. But something about this season in my life, with all the stress and late nights, triggered that creative spark again. Suddenly, instead of highlighting textbooks, I was highlighting moments between characters in my head. Instead of writing essays, I was writing love stories.
So here we are—my very first attempt at a full story. Apologies if there are parts that feel a little awkward or experimental, but I poured my heart into this. Every line, every scene, every emotion—it's me relearning how to love writing again.
Thank you for giving this book a chance. Thank you for letting me share Tim and Celestine with you. I'm looking forward to creating more stories, hopefully ones that make you laugh, cry, or stay up way too late when you should be sleeping (or studying—yes, I'm calling myself out again).
This isn't just a book; it's me finding my way back to my first love. And if given a chance, I'd choose writing again and again.
