When I created you, I wasn't thinking about anything else. I was just writing, just having fun. And just like that, you became too painful to write. Maybe it's because I was channeling myself through you or maybe I just lost my inspiration. Nevertheless, I stopped and I thought I was done, there's no way I was gonna finish writing your story. And so I left you on the side of the road, the scattered pieces of my mind.
Years went by and memories of me writing you faded. Time hasn't been kind with me, I am constantly trying to make up for all that I have lost. On the verge of depression, I couldn't write, it seemed that the shadow on the wall was just too much for me to take and my life was on a standstill, awaiting the end.
Some would call it fate or just plain reminiscence, I opened my collection of stories and pieces that were left unfinished and there you were. And as I read through the first lines, I could feel a strange nostalgia, a weird sort of happiness, it was like meeting an old friend, the words almost felt like a warm embrace. The joy of reading came back almost immediately and all the pain, the heaviness and the hopelessness receded into the background of the story. Despite knowing how it goes, I felt giddy reading the lines I've written down. And then it ended abruptly, the story was left unfinished as I knew the moment I began reading. But the feeling of nostalgia remained.
They say that the story gets stale when you leave it untouched, that inspiration weakens when you refuse to write and this is true. These thoughts were on my mind as I picked up my pen for what seemed like ages, I didn't know what to do with it and quite frankly I felt stupid staring down at the words written down by a young version of me. But the moment I began to write, I couldn't stop. The sacred process of creating something out of nothing brought back the melancholy that pervaded my whole being when I wrote you the first time, it felt different than the first time, it felt more refined.
Sometimes I would think that if I hadn't found you again by chance, I wouldn't know what to do with my life but I think it's the opposite. I think sometimes the characters we write down on paper are far more powerful than we imagine, I think that sometimes they can transcend and reach out to their creators, the same way the religious would reach out to God, and so I say, I am happy that you found me.