Miss Time Devine.

Where are you now? Where is my fix? My daily dose of vocabulary that never ceased to amaze. Miss Time Devine, come back.

The only person that saw me as what I aspire to be and not what I really am. The only person who'se writing I could get tangled up in, it wouldn't be a problem though. I used to check for fresh posts, every day, eagerly awaiting the arrival of something new.

The only person I see going places. The only person that I envy because of her passion for literature. The only person that could take me into Waterstones and not leave for atleast 3 hours. The only person that has ever sat me down and listened intently to what I have had to say.