This may be a bit of an odd post. Sorry about the length.
I write poems. Over the last couple of years, I wrote a number of poems which I sent to a publisher, and which will be published soon as a book. Some (well, quite a few) of these poems are, well, love poems "about" my DP - some are "happy" love poems, others describe the ups and downs of a relationship. I should say that these poems are in no way scandalous or gossipy or outrageous. I think they are objectively fairly good, though (that is, during the rare times when I don't feel I'm the crappiest writer on earth, which is most of the time).
I showed most of the poems to my DP some time ago. He read them, and said that he couldn't give an opinion on them, as he didn't feel qualified to judge poetry, and moreover, he was too close to the subject matter. He said that he was embarrassed by being the focus of attention in this way and by being written about. Which is fair enough, in my view: it can't be easy. I asked thim if this - my writing poems - would be a problem, and he said that no, not at all.
So I told him recently that the book is going to get published, and gave him the manuscript so he could take a look - I was willing to change or remove any bits he felt uncomfortable with. He has told me that personally, he wouldn't publish it, because he doesn't like to talk about his life, and he only does things he knows he is good at, and he knows nothing about poetry (which is not true, but anyway). But that if it makes me happy and I will feel proud to publish it, he'll be very happy for me.
It's not possible to identify my DP from the poems: only someone who knew both of us well would be able to recognise some aspects of our lives. I have reassured him that this is my "secret" life, and no one in our professional lives (we work together) will know about it. And again, it's not as if the poems talk about incest, rape, or murder.
I know that he is uneasy about this, and can perfectly understand it. And he's happy for me despite his unease (he's a really, really good man). A friend told me that he will probably realise that he is also flattered in the future (the book is dedicated to him, although his name is not mentioned, and the dedication is written in a (very) minority language).
And yet I feel I've done a horribly intrusive thing.
Have I?