The saddest, most heartbreaking thing that can happen to a writer, is having to start writing in the past-tense about someone. When you have to go by the memories of who this person was to you, since your lives are no longer in-sync. You know their life is still going on, that their hearts are beating, that they’re still roaming around this earth in search of something. It’s proof that you don’t always lose someone because of deceitfulness, or betrayal, or death, sometimes you just lose someone because life gets in the way. As a writer, you can know someone for just a short period of time when looking back on your life in ten or fifteen years down the line, you can see three or four years as not being much time when you’ve lived more than a third of your life. Yet when you write about someone who you knew and were extremely close with, so many years can pass by, and you’ll still always return to write something about them or for them. If someone writes about you, whether they go on to publish dozens of books, or their writing is just forever kept to Tumblr posts you’ll likely never come across, it means you had such a powerful impact in this person’s life, that they continue to write about you over and over again.
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