Fall in love with what I write. Ask me to read my latest piece to you. When I’m finished, tell me how it made you feel, or if it triggered you to think about a topic you otherwise wouldn’t have. Analyze my words honestly, don’t just say what you think I want to hear. Understand how important writing is to me, that it is my therapy and passion. When I want your presence, yet need to be in my own world, don’t become frustrated with my silence. Instead, understand that I covet both your company and my own solitude. Be patient as I type and type. For when I look up, I will have found some sort of healing. And I will want to share it with you, even if I don’t confess to it. Ask me to read it to you. I will always have something I want to share but will be weary and fearful of pushing it on you. Don’t make me feel like I am. Don’t make me feel like anything I have written is lame or uncool because my poems don’t go to the beat of a song, or my stories are told in written text and not visually on a tv screen. When my insecurities cause me to belittle my work, tell me you love that I am humble, yet remind me of the pride I secretly feel in everything I have written. I know you don’t fully understand what I do, and that’s okay. Yet I crave for a single soul to simply understand how important this art is to me. I fear you will grow tired of loving a writer. I am used to receiving an eye roll from a loved one when I ask to read my work. I have been interrupted and ignored as I read aloud my poems to the people closest to me. For the past few months, I have not informed any family or friends when I have posted new pieces on my blog, and they have not asked me about it. Writing is my passion, writing is who I am. Anyone and everyone who has ever met me knows this, yet tries and tries to love me without loving my work, and that is impossible to do.Fall in love with what I write. I swear I wouldn’t ask for anything else. Just for once, for once could someone – anyone – genuinely just fall in love with what I write?
Could you fall in love with what I write, because only then will I know you really love me.
