Chapter 1 Why We Write Everyone feels inconspicuous, just one among many, but every once in a while a person feels something more, an instinct which burns in lifelong desire.

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Chapter 1 Why We Write Everyone feels inconspicuous, just one among many, but every once in a while a person feels something more, an instinct which burns in lifelong desire.
I daresay, all this prose is so I can write to describe how it feels to be with you.
She feels unmoored - he is so entirely mysterious indecipherable, and the days spent alone with him seem effortless.