Now, I don't write reality anymore, and fiction has a habit of ending on paper. Fiction is a betrayal, And I don't want us to be a victim of it. (Caption) "Will you immortalise this with your words?" This moment? And your hopeful yes shook me a little. It took me a while to realise, that I have lost few parts of mine, parts that knew how to love , without laying down the Terms and conditions, parts that wrote happiness on paper,