Standing in line at the grocery staring at a beautiful man with curly black hair and a kind, intelligent face. I will die with this need for love. Riding the subway, lost in a memory of winter mornings in bed with Richard. Lost in a memory of love. Growing more used to the notion that I will never have love in my life again. Trying to believe this emptiness, this aching need has some meaning.
January 19th, 1982
January 19th, 1982
January 19th, 1982
Standing in line at the grocery staring at a beautiful man with curly black hair and a kind, intelligent face. I will die with this need for love. Riding the subway, lost in a memory of winter mornings in bed with Richard. Lost in a memory of love. Growing more used to the notion that I will never have love in my life again. Trying to believe this emptiness, this aching need has some meaning.