Where it all started.

Where it all started

It all started from the very first poetry I wrote for you. I was nervous but I read it out to you in trembling voice with a fear of getting laughed upon but you appreciated it then with all the adjective you could, I wasn't a writer then I am not one today too but the emotions then are now faint memories of a nightmare or a beautiful dream that ended with an expected alarm. I loved to write for you then now I write for myself and I am not sure if I am good enough but it is okay because I happy that I can share them without fear of being judged because it doesn't matter anymore.