Something that you miss.

The days in which I just write stories with no care about the future or the outcome of the stories I write. I just write because I want to and I love to share it to the world. I just write for the sake of putting down the ideas that linger in my mind on paper. At the time, I write whether or not they would love it or not. Or at least, I chose not to pay attention to it.

Another thing I miss even those are the times that the idea of love and falling in love was still so beautiful to me. Regardless of the rejection I got and getting friend-zoned a lot, it was an ideal feeling for me. It was how I've been able to write romance stories, no matter how far-fetched it would have been for me at the time.

The things I miss might be intangible, and perhaps it would have been too much, as well. But at this point, I couldn't help it.