I remember when I started writing.
The pen, soft in my hand, setting free the thoughts overcrowding in me.
The art I created in the form of words.
I remember the day I met my best friend.
Love was her scent and I could smell loyalty as if it were her perfume.
Stout of step, loud with her actions, her presence in my life was soon felt.
The day I regained my self-confidence.
The whole earth applauded me.
My wide smile tasted sweet and it told the whole world, “A brand new her is here.”