Hate Notes

by Vi Keeland

knowing where I live and seeing where I live are two different things.” “How so?” “Well . . .” I sat back in my chair and gestured to the outfit I wore. “You know I’m naked under here. But that doesn’t mean I have to show you my breasts.”

You’re really a breath of fresh air, aren’t you?” “I’m a realist.” Her hands went to her hips. “Oh really? Tell me something positive about me, then? A realist can see both positive and negative in people. The only thing you’ve seen in me since we met is negative.”

“I think it’s better to spend years treasuring a memory that might hurt sometimes than to never make one at all.”