To My favourite author
“I should probably blame you for the way I’ve started romanticising the idea of talking to an author. Before you, I read books for the story. After you, I read books and wonder what the writer was thinking, what inspired them, what kind of person feels so intensely that their words can make strangers feel that too.
And then there’s you—writing with this effortless charm that feels like a quiet flirtation with whoever dares to read closely. You put tension in your sentences like you know exactly what it’ll do to your readers. You write desire with the confidence of someone who understands it deeply. You leave hints of yourself in every page… and I find myself wanting more than the hints.
It’s almost unfair, how easily your writing makes me smile, or blush, or stop breathing for a moment. But the truth is, I don’t mind. Because somewhere between your lines, I’ve fallen for the style, the voice, the mind—and yes, for the author behind it all.
If this was your intention… well, congratulations. It’s working better than you think.”