I don’t know if you’ve ever been pursued by a writer. But for me, writers seem to always be the most consistent type of man I keep attracting.
I’ve stop trying to figure out why this is always the case, I’ve rather accepted my fate. Besides, it isn’t the worst kind.
The first man I ever fell in love with was chairman of the poetry club in the University we both attended. I didn’t know this until he wrote me my first poem. While he kept reading his lyrical words to me, I kept thinking with great delight “I’m in an actual poem.”