I write damn good love notes. I should marry a writer. Or maybe just a wannabe writer. Marrying an actual writer may prove a little too annoying. They might criticize the way I write. They may be offended that I can love them in such a cliched way. I don't know. I don't think I could marry anyone like that.
Great poem [click link below]. I was barely 18. Full of emotions, most of them confusion. I'd say I long for that kind of naivete, but besides being really good motivation for writing well, it did nothing but constantly hurt me. The guy I wrote this for turned out to be gay (I also wrote the poem for Frank dining hall, which I was equally in love with). The guy though, that's hilarious, because I knew something was up. I just didn't imagine people could be homosexuals! Wha? And then he left. So many people leave. And me? I stay, clearly... I can't leave myself... no matter how hard I try.
http://elorapantaku.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2758844978675233399
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