remember when you said you took two years writing only a part of that book?
i think, that was how i felt when you told me you buried the bookmark i made for you. i don't remember why, sorry, but i remembered that you did that.
the bookmark didn't take one night to be done, it took a lot of effort and time and inner fights that i had with myself.
it hurts when someone throw away something you've spent all your heart doing it.
i hope these lessons are the ones you'll make as a building block of a stronger you.