Big Fat Obsession

For months we've been exchanging emails and messages, Darryl and I. And every day I've fallen a little deeper and harder. He doesn't know it, but he's not just my writing coach and I don't just happen to be a fan of his work. He's my man. My world. My everything.

Today, we're meeting for the first time at a conference, where I'll tell him exactly how I feel. I'm confessing all those emotions he's inspired. All those desires, which have driven me halfway to madness.

Because, I haven't held up ...