The Stories I Carry

Writing About People

 Whenever I sit down to write, I find words flowing easily when I describe myself, my thoughts, or the little moments of my day. But when it comes to writing about people—the ones who truly mean something to me—I pause. My hands hover over the keyboard, my heart beats a little faster, and I wonder if my words will ever be enough. People sometimes ask me, half-jokingly, “You write about so many things, but why not about us? Don’t we matter enough to be in your words?” I laugh it off, but deep inside, I know the truth: writing about people is not something I can do lightly. It takes me more time, more energy, more love. Because when I write about someone, I want to give them more than sentences—I want to give them a piece of life, a reflection of their soul, and a little corner of immortality in my words.

Words can make someone smile, bring them back to a forgotten memory, or even heal a wound they never spoke about. That is why I cannot just write carelessly about the people I hold close. They deserve more than a passing mention; they deserve something that carries warmth, something that makes them feel seen, valued, and remembered.Every person I care for is like a book I carry in my heart. Some are poetry, some are music, some are chapters filled with laughter, and some are bittersweet pages that make me pause and think. To write about them is to revisit every line of their story in my life—their smile, their voice, their presence, their absence. And sometimes, the weight of that is too heavy for me to finish in one sitting.

That is why my folders are filled with drafts—half-finished pieces that wait patiently for me to gather enough courage to continue. I open them now and then, read a few lines, smile at the memories, and then close them again, promising myself that one day, when I am ready, I will give those words the life they deserve.Maybe that is what makes writing about people so special. It’s not just about describing them—it’s about honoring them. When I finally do write, I don’t want it to sound like an essay or a story. I want it to feel like a hand on the shoulder, like a song you’ve always loved, like a warm hug on a rainy day.

To the ones who say, “Why haven’t you written about us yet?”—know this: I carry you with me. Even if my pages are empty, my heart is full of you people.And when the time comes, I will put every ounce of love, every spark of joy, and every shade of memory into words for you. Because you are not just characters in my story—you are the reason I have a story to tell.Writing about people is slow because love is slow. Care is slow. Memories unfold one by one, like petals of a flower, and I don’t want to rush them. Maybe that’s why it takes me hours to write what others could finish in minutes. I want to get it right. I want the reader—not just the person I’m writing about, but anyone who stumbles upon my words—to feel the life pulsing inside every sentence.

At the end of the day, my words are my way of saying thank you. Thank you for being here, for walking with me through seasons of light and shadow, for making me laugh when I wanted to cry, for teaching me lessons without even knowing it. Writing about you is not easy, but it is worth it. Because in these words, I try to hold on to the beauty of what it means to have you in my life.So, to all those waiting for their place in my writings—your stories are safe with me. They may still be drafts today, but drafts are not failures. Drafts are seeds. And when the right moment comes, they will bloom into something beautiful, something alive, something that carries not just my voice but also the echo of your presence. Writing about people is not just writing—it’s remembering, it’s celebrating, it’s loving. And love, after all, deserves nothing less than the best of words.

                                                                  Jo❤️