They will recount my mistakes aloud, but remain silent about my heart. They will embellish the ending, but keep silent about the beginning. There are chapters that tear people apart, until only the ugly sentences remain β and they forget that I, too, once gave sunshine, gave warmth, and did good. But that's the way the world is: It whispers about your shadows, but forgets your light. And when you hear from me, remember: Every storm once had clear skies. Me too.π―














