You teach me things I didn't know about myself.
There are elements of my book that I didn't know existed. Your reading divides me into facets and makes me shine in directions that I didn't expect to shine in. I am more exciting, reflected in your eyes. I am brighter. I sit in the corner of the green room and my face is familiar they say. The paper. That photo repeated and in the repetition it becomes better than it once was. It is the kindness you lend to me. It is the aspects of yourself that I am humming along with, sympathetic vibrations. you talk about me in your reviews and I can see you. A part of you that I inhabit for the duration of the read. This pleases me. I like being you. You fit me.