Once upon a time, there was a girl who liked to tell stories. She weaved tales because that was her strength, her way of moving on from what had been, and for what was to come.
Or so she thought.
Because you see, her words were stolen from her. They were taken and claimed by another. She was lost without them and did not know what to do.
And then she was granted an army of angels.
These angels, they stood by her, bloodied their swords and fought when she could not.
And justice prevailed.
I want to thank you, thank all my honourable, kind, wonderful, supportive friends here for helping me, for helping me stand when I could not. Without your words, your guidance, your strength, he would not have taken those words down at all. I even got a written apology from him, which I did not even expect, because he had been so unresponsive earlier. I want to thank all of you guys, from the very very bottom of my heart and soul. You are an army of angels sent from the kindest places, with the best of hearts. Bless you. Bless all of you.
If I have missed out any name, please please do tell me. I would hate to have missed the opportunity to thank you and show my gratitude.
Thanks for letting me know!