I have not been writing as often as usual. It is not because I lack inspiration, but perhaps because I have too much.

Two days ago, I saw Anara. She was carrying her books (she carried books everywhere) and the moonlight glittered in her hair like a thousand tiny, sparkling diamonds. I wanted so badly to go to her. It almost killed me. To tell her about what happened, how we were destined, and how I loved her, but I was afraid.

This thing inside me, I worry sometimes that I am unable to control it. And what if it struck again, when we were together?

So for now I bide my time. For now I hide in shadow. But one day Anara. One day, you will be mine.