Identical

by Ellen Hopkins

And sometimes, we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.

Never accept evil as something you must walk with, something you deserve.

You can’t trust a man, any man, any more than you can put your faith in a rabid dog, not even your own dog, one who would never hurt you, except he’s rabid.

Yeah, he’s totally disgusting. Why do I like men that way?

me

I love you, too. But love doesn’t make me drink.

You know I’ve loved you for a long time. To believe you might love me back is all I’ve ever wanted. . . .

To offer without strings something all men crave, and be rejected by him is incomprehensible.