Today we talked more than we have been. He just told me he read my stories that I posted about him. Oh God. I'm so relieved I write well enough to him that I don't come off as a supposed "creep." I told him all my friends who read my stories about him like those stories. I said to him how much people have told me they love my stories about him. He is like my muse and I could never write a bad story about someone I care that much for. Living my life with things never going your way, you have to make a constant joke out of things. I said to him I can't afford a therapist and writing is my therapy. Who listens to their therapist anyway? People know what they need to do it's a matter of doing it or not. Since writing/stories is our thing, I hope he has gotten the message to what I'm trying to say to him within those stories and it doesn't go unheard.