There once was a story that I wanted to tell, but I assumed it was one you all knew too well. I wondered the best way to tell that story, how to make it interesting enough to not make you drift off and start fantasizing other things. Funnily, that was how I knew this story would break my heart.
“So there were Rhett and Scarlet, they...” I started.
“What are they?” You asked.
“A couple. From Gone with the Wind.”
“Oh, can’t be true love.”
“I think, unrequited is more like it.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.”
“In the dictionary, it is after truth”
I watch French films to learn words we never communicate. But for you talking is just too delicate. All you want is a good crime, all I can give is a good rhyme. That’s why we never agree on time. You always mentioned forever, when you really meant was never. I said whatever.
—A collage of things I've been reading and hearing for the last three weeks. Inspired by GONE WITH THE WIND (Victor Fleming, 1939).
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