He doesn't write anymore. He no longer has the interest or the attention for it. But, That blog stole my heart - I had more than a little crush on the writer. I knew I wasn't the "you" he was writing to, but I envied her. I wanted someone to feel that way about me, and I was mad that anybody could be mean to him. Didn't they know just how goddam sweet he was? Again, he'd scoff.
It makes me want to write again. Always that urge driving me forward. Fiction. Journaling. Whatever. I think I am running out of reasons not to.