There was a day when one of my friends asked him;
“Hey, do you care about anything she writes?”
She asked him because she knows that I love to write;
She asked him because she knows that she also loves to write

I was there,
sitting right next to him when she asked him and just like this crystal clear of memories that’s playing in the back of my head
I still could feel
how he looked into my eyes
grabbed my left hand,
and he answered;
“Yes, of course I do
I really do care about everything that she writes”

Right then I knew,
he will always be one of the reasons why I turn off the lights in my room around one or two in the morning and turn on my desk lamp;
Just to write