That someone who loves you, 
That someone who frames your only published poem like it’s won a Pulitzer, 
Who believes in you so much even you can’t help but to believe you can do anything. 
That person believes you’re already the writer you want to be. 
They are holding the book, pages longing for script.
They are worth all of it. 
They are worth every last drop of ink. 
-b.e.