Now that you are gone, I have no reason to write. 


I'm waiting, and hoping, not for you to come back. No. But for something else to come along.


So that once again I have a reason to fall asleep at night while praying. Once again I have a reason to smile suddenly in the middle of a crowded classroom. So that once again I will have a reason to close my eyes as I look out the window.


Something else will come along.


Till then, I have no reason to write.

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