I'm trying to write a love story about a writer who can't bravely face the person he likes more. When he is lucky enough to meet the person who is just right for him. A writer who couldn't write a love story began to produce a steady stream of short sweet stories. A writer's love needs to be paved slowly.
Intention: I try not to differentiate between genders. I don't know how far I can persist. He may be a woman, but he is still a human being.