You write for them.
You write for the only person you want to read them and the only one that does.
You draw for them.
You draw because you promised to never give up on what you love.
Because once they said seeing your art made them happy.
It's strange to not do it only for yourself anymore.
But you don't mind. You like it.
Cause making them happy makes you happy.
It's what gets you to create when you don't want to.
They are more real than anyone or anything and you want to protect them.
You wanna explore their body and their mind and you pray to a god you don't believe in that they feel the same.
