WHEN I was younger, I used to like writing -nope, not LIKE but LOVE. I loved writing and poetry and literature. I even have this little notebook before wherein I would write poems and such. I also borrowed books from the library and devoured them to my heart's content. I used to memorize poems and join declamation contests. And back then, I believed I was pretty good. I was associate editor of our school newspaper. I participated in press conferences and even won 2nd place in Feature Writing.
Alas, a couple of childhood issues and insecurities later, I stopped. I gave up writing all together. I still do read poems and books once in a while, but I have confined myself to technical writing instead.
Events in the past months have caused my childhood issues to resurface again and I told A the whole story. Needless to say, he gave me a boost of confidence and encouraged me to do the things that I love which includes writing. And so, you'll be hearing more from me soon.
To my no. 1 (and perhaps, only reader A), thank you so much for supporting me. I am the luckiest person alive for being loved by you. I love you too, my dear. I hope to hear from you soon!