she thought everything was going to get better..time was supposed to heal all kinds of wounds. desperation that perched in her soul would be wiped by new memories. but, no.
-no no no no (in a mocking voice)
-you liked it?
-well..not really. what do you mean? you are a writer now?
-it's just that i thought if i took notes of sentences that come to my mind (more like rambling)..
-then what? you will have a novel? come on! you are being ridiculous again.
-but.. but.. but... but, didn't you say that everybody has their own way of doing stuff.
-i did not mean writing, my god! you know why this is. you are reading too many love novels. you should stop and focus on something else.
-yeah, maybe :(
she should have known better. time heals all kinds of wounds..
Dear Rey:
ReplyDeleteI am touched by your post---as a person who spent a childhood and teenage years with similar conversations. I support you with all my heart as you are "rambling" or writing your great novel. People do not change much--one only needs to get by these talks and keep being herself. Godspeed!