birches
what repels might be inherent in the literary-from-both-sides love affair. _?_ maybe not. but if so, it's the not-new argument ~ earth's the right place for love: a girl you like, someone who doesn't go to the same shelves in the bookstore. a guy who says to me, "what are you talking about?" and then simplifies what I said just about beyond recognition. and you take a mild interest in her books. and I say, ok sure, I guess that is what I'm talking about. there's the makings of happiness.


someone to whom you talk differently than you talk to yourself. or (ie) write.