This letter isn’t really about anything, but in the back of my mind I’m thinking about a woman I love and another woman I loved a long time ago. I realized I loved her when I was sad and saw a picture of us pinned to my wall and I missed her so intensely it was like someone was gripping my throat. There’s a light rain in San Francisco this morning and the sky is patient grey. It’s nice.
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| — | Stephen Elliott (who, as always, is not writing just to me) (via melissa) |
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