In my drunken fervor I decided to make a list of reasons why I hate you because I am so childishly pathetic. I woke up this morning to find I had instead written you a love letter. That is what I call a modern day tragedy.
“We are both girls, true, but it’s like saying that a nectarine and a watermelon are both fruit. She’s a little tart rolling over the tongue, creamy; I crumble in the mouth, wet and rough.” —Daphne Gottlieb, ‘Everything She Asks of Me’