Love Diary

<p>This book is a record of notes pauses and waiting left from the days I returned home after a long absence. Each page bears the scar of a moment; sometimes it whispers the story of a night overflowing like a raging river sometimes the tale of a stubborn candle clinging to the morning. I did not alter these lines - no sentence was reduced or adorned; I left them as fragile as they were.</p><p>What is written here is more than a diary: it is the note of those who carry not the weight of losing but of never having and of moments when waiting transforms into faith. Do not rush through it; these lines are meant to be read in a whisper to be heard in silence. Perhaps answers will not come perhaps the wounds will bleed again; yet the small light that stands here is the reason to continue.</p><p>The reason I share these lines is simple: to know that I am not alone and that even being alone carries a kind of resistance; to share that resistance that waiting with the reader. If somewhere among these pages you hear the echo of your own waiting then this book has fulfilled its purpose.</p>