When overwhelming things happen to you, you notice, but you tell yourself its a part of evolving into a mature person. It did. I couldnt write anymore. Neither could he. I dunno if it was the extreme happiness or the lack of anything considerably painful. Probably pain was my writing outlet and when that was gone so did the letters, for about 3 years. But everyday of my life is one big thank you to god. And now life got a new sentance. I can write again. :)


PS: its not pain anymore, the neon light says 'Anxiety' is the word-of-the-day. :)