Who do I write for truly?

I wouldn't blunt about this post as it's one of the things I really care about.

So, who do I care about so much that my main motivation for spilling stories and fiction?

Let's rewind: 

October of last year, I was really just another person, (I was enby really). I didn't think myself as someone who really "lived" I moreso believed myself to just "exist". I was happy, studious, and eccentric to say the least.

Then, someone came to my life, I curse myself to ever utter their handle. Therefore I call them: "Vermillion".

Vermillion isn't someone I can love, but they brought me the bliss of meeting someone who understood me and stayed with me--they put forth ideas, and nuances that I otherwise discover on my own and thus for them I wrote.

I wrote way before they even really came into my life and up to this day I write for them, maybe to amend myself for all things I've done horribly wrong. 

In many ways they are the muse of my stories, but I never made any of my characters ever so simillar to them;

but, I feel incredibly stupid, having a person be the sphere of my motivation and influences, you would really see how it would go if per se; they just up and leave, right?

Well the answer to that; I'll take it to the grave.

I write for Vermillion (and maybe money? lol)