Greetings, loved ones / Let's take a journey



Dear Diary:


About me:

My first love was Tony, the sweet blonde boy from Atlanta. I loved him fiercely. I lost myself in his smile. I swam daily in his gentle blue eyes. After two months of loving Tony, I finally realized that he was a figment of my imagination, a fever dream brought on by the harsh conditions in the trenches and by the raging infection in my wounded calf.

Tony might have been imaginary, but my love for him was as real as anything, and still throbs gently in my heart, and in my calf wound, which never healed properly.

This is for him. This is all for him.