"What do you do cooked up in that room of yours?" he asked me. I gave him a small smile and never said anything. Dissapointed flashed through him and as he was about to get up I said, "I write." He quizzically looked at me before realizing what I had just said.  We got to talking, and before I knew it I confessed my undying love for the sky, and the stars and writing, to him. He knew I loved TV series and movies. He knew the genre of music I belt out on and the things that make me cry. He looked deep into my brown eyes one last time before leaving, and sized me up. 
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Keep loving.
Keep Reading. 
Stay blessed.
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