Dec 2013
You are my favourite chapter of a book I have never read.
I had you dog-eared at page 104, when you first told me you loved me, but I didn't know its importance until way later.
There were coffee stains on pages 223-247 from the three or four weeks we spent together in bed. After two weeks, you told me I was truly beautiful with your palm on the nape of my neck. I rejected this with a light laugh; I told you not to waste your breath.
On page 295, there were ink blots where your sweet words used to be. I'm not sure what happened. A reciept for a pack of cigarettes was used as a bookmark.
The chapter ended at page 311 with only seven words scribbled on the page in black ink: "You deserved better. I let you go."
I, however, could not possibly know this because I just took the thin, white reciept from the friendly cashier boy's hand for this book I just bought entitled, *Love and Other Intoxicating Things
I had you dog-eared at page 104, when you first told me you loved me, but I didn't know its importance until way later.
There were coffee stains on pages 223-247 from the three or four weeks we spent together in bed. After two weeks, you told me I was truly beautiful with your palm on the nape of my neck. I rejected this with a light laugh; I told you not to waste your breath.
On page 295, there were ink blots where your sweet words used to be. I'm not sure what happened. A reciept for a pack of cigarettes was used as a bookmark.
The chapter ended at page 311 with only seven words scribbled on the page in black ink: "You deserved better. I let you go."
I, however, could not possibly know this because I just took the thin, white reciept from the friendly cashier boy's hand for this book I just bought entitled, *Love and Other Intoxicating Things
