7 May 2012
I read a short story called Love Story. But it was not about love. It was about those times when there is no love, only fear to lose, fear to stay, fear to be left alone. It was no love story. It was about trying to be good enough, trying to look pretty, trying to do the right thing.
But it was not a story about hate. So was it a No-Love Story? Or just the story about me?
Opuss № I