WIT #3

Writer's Ink Thoughts #3

I am not good at writing, and I truly admit that I'm no good at anything. I don't want to be complimented because I really mean nothing.

But, I really want to write about how many times you stepped in to my life.

I want to write how frequent you made me smile in every minute.

I want to write about your favorite meal and how you react when you see funny things.

I want to write about how you humbly tell me that you're not beautiful, but you really are.

I want to write about what makes you feel glad and what makes you feel sad.

I want to write all of the things about you—how you open up your eyes and make my heart flies.

I want to write about how you move everytime your favorite music plays and how many times I die everytime you'll say goodbye.

I am really not good at writing, but I would still like to write about the things that makes you sing—every aesthetic details of you.

I won't stop until I get inside of you—every part of you.

I'm not good at any but I will write constantly about you, whole-heartedly.

I will write even if my words stops flowing. I will write from my innermost up to the last thing. Starting from your first name, up to all the letters and your favorite game.

I swear to write about you—to be the right one for you too; I will write and will never stop writing

until my heart stops beating.

Promise that I would continue writing,

even if I had already lost you in the process of trying.