If you've made it this far,
you've read me in ways even I wasn't ready for.

You've held my doubts, my dreams, my fictional mistakes, my softest sentences.

And maybe, in some small way, you saw yourself here too.

This isn't the end of the story.
It's just the end of this chapter.

So go ahead — close the book.
But don't stay silent for long.

Write something.
Say something.
Feel something.
Create the thing you wish existed.

I'll be doing the same.

💌 With love,
[Aria]
Still writing. Still chaotic. Still here.