Yes, I'm a writer. But I just can't explain why you're so amazing in crafting words and phrases to the point that you made me believe in you.
You're superb in crafting words and phrases that anything you create is easily to be accepted by the world - by me.
But the question is, am I your world? Or am I the only one who thinks of this so?
For I only know, I quickly fell in love with the way you paint enchanting statements on the blank sheets of my ears. I swiftly accepted those florid words without consciousness of the struggles of my inner soul for its thorns.
I just let them in.
At the very first, I knew you love to write and tell fiction stuffs - just like the story of me and you. The story that couldn't happen in reality.