((My name is Lorana, I am an 18-year-old writer. Others do not like the things I write and say they are bad. This is the third month of our relationship and I think my own writings are bad because I know you write things too))

I enter your room and read the poem you told me you wrote, then I sigh and suddenly I see you enter the room, I look at you sadly. H-hi... I-I read the poem you wrote... And it was so beautiful. You write better than me...