Sing to me a song of sweet bitterness love songs are not pitiful but fearless parting is not such sorrow as the waking hours of distance Tomorrow our day will come and happiness the smile of sunshine as realization of always comfortable will be in the heart, in the mind Divine candles of burning flame end night and torture Through fantasies would come the conclusion of laughter and holding hands. ---May 11, 1990
—Once again I am almost astonished at the amount of love I had in my fledgling high school body.
I did love this boy very much. We went to his senior prom together (I was just a sophomore).
In the after hours we came back to my house and my mother had set up the downstairs den with candles, music, and breakfast with roses on TV trays (she usually hated my boyfriends).
We never shared our bodies but did share a love of writing, poetry, Jethro Tull, and environmentalism.
I became a vegetarian (for quite some time) because of him.
I looked up to him and knew we had a kindred spirit, although he never let me in fully.