Who were you before they broke your heart?

Don’t fall in love with a writer they said. They bleed words they said.

All those awful things that you did to them will forever exist in writing. They kept all memories of you in writing. Eloquently.

To you, maybe that disagreement in March was just a fight and you made her cry a few tears. But to her? It was a memoir. It was probably her villain-origin story.

It wasn’t just a few tears. That’s only how far you can see. It was the night she lost half of her soul, it made her sick to her stomach, it was the night she cried to the moon and beg to God to take away the pain.

So do you get it know? You think it’s only hard enough for you ? The reader? It ain’t a walk in the park for the writer too. It was like walking on broken glass barefoot because you have no choice. You exist in our writing. Forever. We may tuck you in our bookshelves or somewhere in our icloud/google drive and we eventually forget about your existence. But every once in a while, you always come back crawling to us.