Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much a heart can hold.
I don’t clearly remember when I first started to fall in love with writing, it would probably be in 2009, but the thing I clearly remember is that I always wrote from the age of ten; I used to write short stories, silly things that a child would write in such age.
I think that was the day when I cared about my feelings too much, when I got scared that I would get hurt. Writing always seemed easier than speaking. I felt more like myself when I had a piece of paper with me. I wished that my life would be easier and happier, so I didn’t feel the need to write, because that’s when I mostly write; when something is wrong.
I fell in love with writing because I knew that other hears are hurting and I found that I can stitch together these wounds with words. I fell in love with writing because I know I’m not alone. I guess I’m the only person I can trust and “talking” to me somehow heals a piece of something broken. That what writing does; it gathers all the broken pieces that I want to forget.