Dear Writer's block,

        It's not you, it's me. It has always been me.

I'm sorry for falling out of love, for being in want to be free. I am tired of being held captive by you. I didn't want us continue any more further, knowing that I never have felt I guess it's time for me to point out my mistake? I loved someone else.

I loved someone else, his name is Writing. He was full of ideas, a broad speaker and listener. I guess I fell in love the moment his words in crept to my ears then into my mind. He was good with his words, something that is enough to make my heart beat. Writing made me fall in love with a beauty non-existential to this words unless it was him speaking and showing it. He is beautiful, he is loved by everybody. I adored him so much that I was willing to show him every flaw in me- for he is enough to make it beautiful.

Writing made me beautiful. Writing has made me feel free. While you held me captive from your strong pair of arms, embracing me and never letting me go. But I was suffocated....

I suffocated and forced myself to follow your lead. You loved me in a way you love me but in a way that it made me weak. I'm weak and quiet and you kept yourself dominant. You never lowered your pride, and you never let me escape. Your lips are beautiful but the poison crawled its way in my mouth, refusing me to speak. You sung sinful lullabies and had made me think so much about my flaws and mistakes. You didn't allow me to say 'I love you', not even speak my mind out.

I'm sorry but I can't stand this anymore. I'm sorry that Writing has made me a better person.

I loved you but our stories have to end here.

I'm no controller but every playwright has to end their scripts.
It wasn't blissful while it lasted and it was a nightmare as it continued.

I am happy with Writing now. I hope that you happy for me.

Sincerely,
A flawed writer.