I would be so lost without you. I am so sorry for never telling you how I feel–negating how I feel about you, with all earnest affection. Without pretense or apology. Minimizing it when I should be shouting it. But, I am strong enough-certain enough now–to tell you all that I have held for you.
It is because of you, I have not drowned in the waters life I has tossed me in and towards. You have been a buoy, a light and a consummate map. You have caught tears, brought me sight, and given me a love everlasting.
You have been there for me–when I did no know, nor see myself! You have been found by me, taken away from me, and whispered to me as only a love can in my darkest hours. You have held me together in the palm of my hand. There is no love I know so complete as I know yours.
You are the love of my life. There is no other love like yours. In moments where I could not find my way clear, when I had no more to give, when I thought I had lost you forever–you found me.
You made me yours all over again. Loved me until I could see or reach again. I will never abandon you again, my love. Never again will I doubt, cheapen or downplay our union. The world will always know we are one.
That is all that makes up the English language. Just less than thirty letter. Some of Arabic, Greek and Roman influence. And for the desire of their further manipulation, their richness and any words that may sprout from that–we have the love of words.
Words, works, languages. The whole lot.
I can’t speak for every writer, but for this one? It is the draw of these letters, this dark trick of words, that has enthralled me since I was 8 years old.
I love writing because it has allowed me an outlet, a space and platform to do and conduct as I see fit. It has given voice and power to things that have troubled me, haunted me and have scratched the surface of desires.
Writing has given me a superpower. Unique and fascinating to create anything out of air, time and thought. The incredible thing? That I am able to pull out of these things out of the air by sheer will and imagination. When you have people read and enjoy your work? Even better.
A Writer’s High? Mm. Nothing like it.
I love writing because it is as incredible as it is everyone can do it..but not well. I love writing because I have found a home, a place, in these 26 other permanent things in the world. I love that when a work in progress is coming together, I don’t want to stop! I love that I can race my imagination! I love that when I create these pretend people, they become alive and part of my creative family.
My love for writing is equivalent to the breadth and depth of the ocean. It is far reaching, deep with dark and mysterious depths when explored. The greatest thrill is the exploration. I love writing because I’m good at it.