“I keep myself company by writing about you. I’ll let the ink run in hopes that it will bring to me your presence. I’ll tear the pages and smear the pen marks so i can calm in me the storm that craves for you so much. When i miss you, i run for the books. I trace the prints with my fingers and look for the words that line to me your smile. I love to look at the writing always. More often than not i have let the words hold me into a comfort when you can not.”