Like most girls, I was raised to believe in true love. As a teenager, all I wanted was a little romance. Something besides the physical desire middle school boys pushed on me against the lockers.
I yearned for someone to love me like Jay loved Daisy. And when I finally found a man who wrote me letters like F Scott wrote to Ginevra, I cast him aside. I still can’t tell you why.
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