I told him I was a writer and was rewarded by the sparkle of interest in his eyes.

He didn’t want a normal girl, an artist girl, or a musical girl, he wanted something different.

I wonder if when he saw me, he thought, “Aha! A writer.”

He only saw one thing, one hobby, and one talent, and that was his own downfall.

He saw me as only a writer, and I am so much more.




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