First Love

  • You know, it’s hard to begin…
  • Then what for?
  • Sometimes I even forget I ever wrote a word… and then someone reminds me, as if writing is my ex, „…so, still writing? How is writing?“ they ask. And I get the same rush, and I blush thinking that Writing and my-self were a good match, I remember all the crazy things we did together…. and then, I admit in shaky voice that, I still think about it from time to time, however…
  • However?
  • … I remain mute, fearing that if we meet face to face, I will have nothing to say.
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