Here is the story of a woman who was my soul's great renaissance: or, at least, that's what I told her, smugly, waiting for response. She was kind, but not a liar. Frankly, she was not impressed: "Fancy lies have value, somewhere, but I like truth, simply dressed." Here is the story of a boy who thought that love was like a sport, who then had this one encounter imagined long, but really short.
