This Is Not Yet Good-bye

 I did not mean to stop writing. I thought I loved writing. I thought it was my oxygen. 

But then small people came into my life, who suddenly took over everything and became the most precious beings in my universe. 

I no longer needed to write. I was finally complete. 


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