I wish,and I really wish -or not really- that I would be able to write it. But I can’t. Why not? Well,I don’t have someone that I love,but I have something that I love.

My lover is my passion. My lover is writing.

I love writing with all my soul. It consume me whole,and at the same time,it complete me.

Writing is everything for me. I love all forms of writing. I love this action in all of her forms. Writing was,is and will be my lover. The first one who will last forever.