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Writers and Their Love Stories: Part II

Writers and Their Love Stories: Part II

July 8, 2013

This post is a part of an ongoing series entitled MIP (Man In Progress).After my 25th Birthday I decided to improve three aspects of my life, my physical well-being, my romantic relationships, and my writing career. My philosophy is that a writer’s work and his life are irrevocably intertwined and in order to improve one, we inevitably have to improve the other. … Read: Writers and Their Love Stories Part I. … “Look at all those people,” I said. I am standing next to my ex (whom I will refer to from now on as “Y”) and I’m pointing at the crowd below us. We are standing on the second floor of a department store, and we’re looking out of a wall made completely of glass. Through this wall of glass, we can see clearly below us at the large group of people making their way through the outdoor shopping center. I am pointing at all those strangers passing by: […]

Writers and Their Love Stories: Part I

Writers and Their Love Stories: Part I

May 20, 2013

This post is a part of an ongoing series entitled MIP (Man In Progress).After my 25th Birthday I decided to improve three aspects of my life, my physical well-being, my romantic relationships, and my writing career. My philosophy is that a writer’s work and his life are irrevocably intertwined and in order to improve one, we inevitably have to improve the other. … Every good tale is not complete without a good love story. My tale is no different. This is my love story: About five years ago I fell in love with someone, and he fell in love with me, and we broke up because of the distance. We kept in touch, but haven’t seen each other since then. This past year I realized I still felt the same way about him, even though so much time had passed. But I still had no idea how he felt about me. But then–what do you know?–a few months ago I […]

Writers & Their Mended Hearts

Writers & Their Mended Hearts

February 14, 2011

Monday

There is a bouquet of sunflowers on my writing desk. Next to the bouquet is an envelope.

The note inside the envelope reads:

“I know you were working hard all day on your book. I thought this might cheer you up.”

I smile.