I like words, no, I LOVE words. I have since my mom forced me to read the Peter and Jane series when I was really young. I have since my aunt showed me the world of magic and fantasy. I have since I realised words could make you and break you, hurt you, caress and love you, define you or destroyed you.

I also love words for the pretty poetry they make, long courageous journeys they unfold and hilariously dirty limericks they spin out.

Words are just fun.

But, what pains me is when I wish to write for someone and there's just no one to write for. It's not the same when one writes for an imaginary person. The heart is just not there.