Why are you so wonderful? No really

I once read something out of a college literary book. (Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name. I promise to figure it out sooner or later.)  In the back, there were letters and essays from different authors: what to do; what not to do; reasons why young writers should follow guidelines, and many other reasons why they should not. The advice was insightful, despite confusion on whether or not I should take it. But one piece stood out from the rest: that the reader is just as much a part of the story as the characters in it.

You are the most important part of my writing experience. You take my words and spin them, intertwine them into the unique fabric of your mind. The fabric grows with time,  as if patches of knowledge, creativity and inspiration are being sewed together by hand. Maybe “Superwoman & Vulnerabilities” is stitched to another one of your favorite poems or songs? So a quilt is made, one with patterns that only you can imagine. Your interpretation is your own, and nobody, not one scholar or up-tight college student can truly mimic how you feel once you read the words off the page, or screen, or book.

I just wanted to show my appreciation. For allowing me a place in your mind, whether it be good or bad. As John Franzen said:

The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.

My dear friends: thank you. (Here, a hand written note from me to you.  – Abet)