When a Writer Loves You (Part 2)
Writers are strange beings. They are scared of a white blank page yet they’re not afraid to cut their hearts open again and again until there are no words left to bleed. They love silence. Perhaps a little bit too much for their own good. They always have a knack for noticing the little details that no one else really cares about. A crack on the pavement. The slight tremor in a voice. A shift in the air. They like to stare out of train windows. They enjoy conversations with the night and the rain. When a writer loves you, they will hesitate to write about you. It’s not that they don’t want to. It’s quite the opposite. They want to write everything about you. From the warmth they see in your brown eyes to the comfort they find in your steady heart beat. Their hearts beat to the rhythm of the words pulsing through their veins, threatening to burst into a poem any minute. But they are scared to let those words out because they know words will be just words. No matter how hard they