Writing under the moonlight and chasing stories through storms. I write about hearts that break, heal, and sometimes don't. Lover of late-night thoughts, rain-soaked pages, and characters that feel too real.
Currently lost in between drafts and daydreams.
My writings are only dedicated and addressed to one person.
Letters. I’ll call them letters. Everyone else might get the chance to read them—but not you. So instead of sharing them one by one, why not gather them into one place—an album made just for everything I never got to say?