My love (light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul-apologies to Nabakov),
This meeting is boring. And my thoughts, as they often do, return to you. What a two weeks, two months, two lives this has been. Who knows why anything happens? I’m so glad you come from a skeptical, rational place, [...]
Let’s clutch and kiss and sing and shake. Tonight, let’s try to levitate. You Catholic girls, you start much too late. Baby, let’s transverberate. — The Hold Steady
Love letter