Well, I have accomplished a lot of writing since I wrote that last page. Actual writing. Sure, it's fiction. It's stories. But it's still about love. I don't know why I do that. Maybe it's because I have so much love inside of me that I just want to let it out. It's like a pressure building up inside. It makes me want to dance, smile, and cry all at the same time. And it's almost as if I have a need to let this pressure out, and I do it like I do it best. I write. So hence, I write about love. That's just how it goes. It kinda sucks. No, I take that back. It doesn't. It's actually a really, really good feeling now. To have this much love and happiness inside of me is phenomenal. It's all stored up inside my heart and soul.