Maybe I don’t need you to love me. Headlights and soft-core porn all starts to look like candlelight and romance toward the end.
#210- excerpts from the book I’ll never write
i used to think
we were just like lorelai and rory; complementary angles
not without our overlaps
but joined together to create all that we are.
as i grew older i’ve come to realize
that we’re more like emily and lorelai; parallel lines
going through life together
but on separate paths
always close but never close enough.
that’s not to say one is better than the other
because all in all a mother’s love for her daughters is still there
because i think at some point all of our lorelais become emilys
because there is nothing simply stated about a relationship like this (like ours)
(cc, 2019)
