Sometimes I find the world too loud, and my sanctuary becomes the pages of a book or the quiet hum of a story unfolding in my mind. Writing isn’t just my work—it’s how I unravel who I am beneath layers of thought and expectation. There’s a restless ambition within me, tangled with doubts that choke my creativity at times. But despite all, I treasure the conversations and silences shared with someone who truly understands the spaces between words—someone who makes this complicated dance of connection feel effortless.