"If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die." - Mik Everett
Writers are traditionally mysterious and vexing. We are passionate and full of the best and worst parts of life. We internalize all of our experiences and turn them into memorials. If you fall in love with a writer, you will live on; on scraps of paper, and napkins found in glove compartments. You will become words and sentences that strangers will borrow, you will inspire hundreds and awaken thousands of different peoples' emotions. Your love story will be familiar to your neighbors, it will be familiar to the people in the grocery store and the lady on the bus. Even if the ending is heartbreaking and gut wrenching, people will hear it.
Loving a writer can be complicated. There can be hundreds of unmet expectations, emotional outbursts and extraordinary highs coupled with depressing lows. Everything you say is taken to heart, good and bad. Long nights spent studying the words on a computer screen, "read this" as they shove a draft in your face and disbelief when you try to tell them it's good. Writers can be fragile creatures, broken too many times; but writers can be fierce, too, independent and self sufficient. They can be wild and impossible to tame; forever roaming.
Being loved by a writer however, is a different story. It's love letters in your work bag and roses when you've had a bad day. When a writer falls in love with you they will do so fiercely. You will live forever, embodied in words and leather bound notebooks. It will be a storybook kind of love with a happily ever after ending. There will be spontaneous trips at 2 AM to get dessert, sweet nights spent laughing at home, road trips to touristy places. They love hard and fast, driven by passion. They will take photographs and notes and try as hard as they can to remember how your eyes light up when you laugh, how you like your coffee or how your hair looked in the sunlight. They will never give up on you, even after you've given up on them.
Throughout my life I have always found that I loved harder and faster than my peers and with that, I also found I hurt more. I was nostalgic and sentimental. Writing has always been an outlet for me. When things weigh heavy on my mind, I can put them down on paper. It's a blessing, and a curse. You are a hopeless romantic by nature, and you pour all of yourself into the people you love even if they don't deserve it.There have been plenty of bloodshot 3 AMs spent scribbling in notebooks or typing on computer keys and I see many more in my future. My relationships, good and bad will live on forever in the things I have written and there is something reassuring, yet frightening, about that.
Loving a writer isn't always easy. It is complicated.
Loving a writer is beautiful, it's thrilling, it's madness.
