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DATING A WRITER


Don’t date a writer because you’re not her only lover, she has many others in her head that she imagines fill her. She dresses them in your reality sometimes to tie her work to you. So she doesn’t forget you. Sometimes she can’t tell her fiction from your reality. So she names the man that broke this girl’s heart after you. Even though you’ve loved and supported her. And you’re still here. Don’t date a writer if you’re private because she’ll write about the first time you plunged into her and describe it as a 15year old girl’s first time. When it sells, you’ll read it and know because of intimate details like the birthmark on your thigh, and your sisters will laugh because they’ve seen it before. They’ll know it’s you. You’ll always know it’s you, she writes that way so you never doubt. Don’t date a writer cause you’re not her first love. She values the world inside her head more than you, but it doesn’t mean she’ll abandon you. Ask her to invite you in. Ask her to show you, through her work and journals. Respect her process; don’t snoop through her books, because you’ll find journal entries about the character she created that was everything you weren’t. The bad boy that was inspired by the fact that you’re too soft in bed and she wishes you’d ravage her. Don’t date a writer, because she is constantly working. She draws inspiration from experiences. Like the child in the park you took a walk in. Or the butterflies she had on your first date. Or even your smile; your hands. She’ll never forget you. Date a writer because you’re everywhere; in every character, in every poem, in every book. Small things like how you hold her hand or your laugh. The time she was sick and it made you sad. Or how when you’re angry you never talk about it. Date a writer because she’ll keep you forever. She’ll give birth to you a billion times and use you to breathe life into her work. And her work is her life. But you are her muse. Date a writer because she can’t write without you.


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