I am not a writer, I am just trying not to fall in love.

So I write the words that will bleed out your name and hope it would be enough to silence the echo of your voice inside the cracks of my chest.

I am not a writer, but I want to remember.

So I write about the day I met you, forever encrypting the numbers in my mind. Repeated in whispers inside my head.

I am not a writer, but I want to understand.

So I write about your expressions, how rarely they come and go. I write about your ghosts, hoping she would haunt you no more.

I am not a writer, but you make me want to be.

So I write about you, and it is the saddest story you will (n)ever read.