To You.
Today, someone asked me what my favorite part of being a writer was.
When I didn’t have an immediate answer, they looked confused. So, I settled for saying that I just like telling stories. The truth, however, my dear is that I write for you. The you that’s had a long day. The you that I miss so dearly, it makes my heart ache. The you that I wish I could reach out and touch…

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