On A Lord & Taylor Receipt

I fell in love with the lover boy.

The one who didn’t notice me.

The one who didn’t know my sweet tooth – he cooked with hot sauce instead.

The one who didn’t know about the scars on my forearm from the time I fell of off my bike in Prospect Park.

His views of me were rather color blind.

I fell in love with the lover boy before we ever even spoke.

Because the mind is a better indicator of love than the heart is.

I imagined him to be anything I wanted him to be.

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