It’s a rainy Monday evening here in Salt Lake City—a perfect occasion to sit on my living room floor and write. Here’s what my mind has been mulling over:
A person’s love language is how they feel and receive love.
When someone tells me they read my latest poem or article that I posted, I feel so loved and seen. I am honored someone took time out of their day to read what I wanted to share.
Reading what I write is honestly one of my biggest love languages. Do my fellow authors feel the same way? Do your partners read what you write? Do you prefer to stay anonymous?
Also happy National Coming Out Day for our readers from the US <3
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