Friday August 26, 2016
Super Sad True Love Story
I keep thinking about the night we spent in Rome, finding every fountain we could. You were wearing socks, so you had to peel them off each time. We waded around in each one of them, crouching down if someone came who we thought might get us in trouble. Walking barefoot over the cobblestone, we bought pepperoni sticks from a man on the corner and ate so many I got a stomach ache. We lay under a tree in a park where ladyboys wandered from bush to bush, telling each other secrets we’d never told anyone.