I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
My first assignment in my writing class is to tell the story of how I came to love writing, and how it has influenced my life. The only problem is I am not sure I know how to tell this story, without also telling the story of how I fell in love with the woman I believed would be the love of my life. I suppose the true story is that I learnt to love writing because it helped me express the love I felt for her.