the end.

I love to write. Do I think I am good at writing, no. But I love to write. It takes me 5 hours to put down 5 sentences, but I love to write. I love how sentences come together and form a thought. The thought then sometimes generates into a story. A story told by me.

So I have a friend who also loves to write. He has shared some writings with me before. Today he shared a short story. It read like a person with a huge heart. It spoke colorful words, as I made my way to the end. The end...

His loneliness was back again staring him square in the face. Reality killed him, not the gun he stuck in his mouth. The Love that was "forever"........was for him.

...the end.