PART 1
So, today I picked up my pen again....sat on the side of my bed, titling my head to my left side as my eyes met my pillow-scantily designed with teardrops as I reminisced.

So, today I picked up my pen again, after what felt like centuries. Before I picked it up, I got up from my bed where I had left watermarks on my pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed, cleaned my...