Maybe because my dear friend finished writing the book he has been working on for years or maybe that part of me have not died yet. (I thought it did).
Looking down the memory lane, he is always someone that I respect and I like his writing a lot. Maybe he reminds me of my dreams.(Keep dreaming, lady). I am so proud of him.
I am hoping that he will succeed. He is working on his new novel now.
Can I say I hate him for being that brilliant?
(That's my jealousy talking.)
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