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love for writing. Those were trying times. For a while, the only thing that comes out from my pen were theories, rules, and explanations. I tried to write about the things I love, but, I was shunned. I felt like I wasn't the artist I knew I was. "This is not for me!" I shouted this in my silent screams when I go to sleep. I was longing for her touch , for her smell, for her presence. My lover left me or I have left her. Writing was gone. Those four long years of study, seemed like they will never end. I was too engrossed with the thirst for knowledge in medicine, that I left only a negligible amount of my love for writing - stored in the recesses of my soul. I know it was still there, but it was too faint to be noticed. Then, at last, I graduated - became a master of this field of science that I have been dreaming to accomplish. But it took four more years before I really went back to writing.

It started like an accident. Like lovers walking past each other on the street. I saw her again and how my heart leapt! I know I have found her and I will not.. no; I shall not let her go! There are lots of people out there who can write, but only a handful can be called lovers of this art form. I admit, I'm not much of a writer as I may thought I am. But I know I am a devoted lover.

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