danaide

Mona Lisa, conveniently one block down the street.

I got a canvas and a brush and some podge.

well that is true.

a handsome, brazillian, doctor lived downstairs from where i worked. i couldn't even talk properly when he was in the same room. my tongue felt four sizes too big.

i flirted, fell in love, had an affair and quickly broke up; he was blissfully unaware of any of it. before i worked up the courage to have an actual conversation with him he was gone, back to brazil. he never even said goodbye. its a good thing we didn't have any children.