My Story.

My story began when I first opened my eyes in the world.

My story began when I scribble on the back of the notebook during the classes and left it incomplete.

My story is my aspirations, inspirations, dreams, and desire. All those dreams I saw with open eyes to write a story one day.

My story is all those laughs I shared with the people important to me. All those tears I shed, the pain I endured when I hurt and wounded. All those countless memories I have with you. My story is part of you because you are a part of my story.

When you like to hear my story visit the time we shared, the memories we created. My story is all these years I lived.

My story has already written. I am living my story.