You made me hungry for words.
You inspired poetry within (me).
You were the reason I picked up my pen and paper again.
You waited patiently for me to join you in bed after I was done making love to words.
You blurred the lines between fiction and reality for me.
You saw beauty in the tales of fiction I spun.
You gave life to the words “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
You made turning pages of a novel ecstasy for me.
You were so many things that you planned on being, and many others that you didn’t.
I thank you for walking into my life, and finding your way out.