They said I was a good writer, and they read everything I wrote but now that they've said it I can no longer be that gift on christmas morning that you can't wait to open up. I'm selfish, I want to be the person they read and enjoy without feeling the need to gush. I love that they can't put down my stories and that my poems are their status updates. And that is enough for me.
They never told me I could write, I never needed to be told.
The magic is less magical and now when I need to be mysterious and luminous in print. Now when I tackle the RIHLA, they tell me I am a good writer.
I cannot believe what they say.
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