I read in an interview once from the creators of How I Met Your Mother that said that Ted will not meet the mother until he closes all the chapters of his past relationships… until he truly moves on. I really hope my life parallels his. Another chapter of my life comes to a close… more like I dropped the book to the ground and set it on fire. Reading is tiring. Loving is draining when it only goes one direction. And the truth is, I don’t want someone perfect, I just want someone to love me perfectly, passionately. Because that passion is what drives me to draw, to write, to create… to make something beautiful that wasn’t there before… and only exists because of them. But I’m tired of my stories, these incomplete chapters that lead nowhere. Maybe I’ll write a dictionary. There is no suspense, mystery or drama, but at least I’ll know how it’ll begin and end.