anonymous · 2mo
hi sha,
i know that it's been a while and you've probably received a variation on this message countless times before, but i really wanted to thank you for writing please let me love you forever.
it's hard to put into words how much this fic meant to me for the time that i spent with it, but i don't think i knew how much i actually /needed/ it until it was over. i wanted to tell you that i wholeheartedly appreciate all of the work that went into writing that fic, because i can't imagine it was easy, as a writer myself. it reminded me of what i love about writing and also, these days more than ever, what i miss about it.
i've gone through the usual ups and downs of being a creator of any kind, and lately i haven't felt motivated to do much other than consume media, hoping for a spark of something. reading this fic filled me with so many emotions and thoughts that i was almost surprised at how often i would think about it, ruminating on the ideas laid out within its pages long after i had finished reading. it was epic and ambitious and complex and fraught with emotion and turmoil, never allowing anything to be easy, which is the kind of writing that i love.
i don't want to burden you with more rambling than necessary, but i thought it would be reasonable to provide some context given that it's difficult to convey sentiment like this in text alone without using /too/ many words. i wanted to be concise, so i'll thank you again for putting your heart into writing that fic, and providing something that could resonate so deeply.
thank you so much and i hope you are doing well!
there’s no such thing as receiving messages like this enough, especially for this particular fic ( ˶´ ᵕ `˶ ) i think i have such an odd relationship with it bc i didn’t know what questions i was asking myself and the characters as i was writing it, and even by the end, they felt rather impenetrable to me, as though i was being allowed to write their story only insofar as i remain a subjective witness instead of some kind of telepathic archivist. and as though i just had to be okay with that. i get described a lot as an author who writes “angst” (i politely disagree haha it’s not like i write a story thinking okay now how do i make this sad) but plmlyf might be the first one to fill with me a level of melancholy that’s not so much about letting the characters go as it is just not knowing for sure if i did my best by them. and pride is a weird thing when it comes to a story like that; idk if i can credit myself for something that they wrote more than i did. as corny as that sounds bleh
all to say, it’s always meaningful to me to hear that someone has not only waded through that beast of a story, but found something in it to love. combined with hairpin turns, it might be the fic i feel the most non-authorial tenderness for. like… ah, my clunky little attempts to write a bigger world. there they are. i’m thankful to the readers who see them and sit with them.
thank you for reading please let me love you forever in all its length and back-and-forth! not only that, but also lingering and stewing in the words. that’s the greatest gift as a writer, especially one that writes so much without certainty if my intuition is right. i imagine it’s not always rewarding for people who enjoy fic. so. thank you for letting the fic resonate with you, and for taking the time to message me 🫂🤍
