I never wrote for you.
Every day I wrote, I wrote because I had to, because nothing else in this world could bring me to the place of calm solitude, the place that I am so desirous for, this I only found within myself. So I wrote and I wrote, until my hands were sore and my neck was stiff and my eyes were bleary and tired and all I could crave was the sweetness of slumber but oh how my soul sang in those last moments! It was as if the Divine had lifted the darkness from my wings, so fleetingly, yet I desperately clung to what I was haunted most by...
I am hoping that you will find the truth in these words. Yet I will say it again - I never wrote for you. Your comprehension of these ideas means only a sliver of anything to me, but these thoughts are not expressed in arrogance and so I hope you understand why this is my expression of love.
But I will say it again: I never wrote for you.