I write because I am sad. I write because I am a failure. I write because I am alone. I write because I love too many things, too many people. I write because I am so far from her. I write to feel her body next to mine. I write to embrace her, and I cannot. I write because it hurts too much to sit quietly. I write to be able to forget how much I want to be somewhere else, someone else. I write to bring her closer to me. I write to believe that she could care about me. I write for her smile. For her laughter. For her tears.