“We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.” — Where I’m Calling From, by Raymond Carver
I don’t have a Valentine, but if I did, I’d just recycle the card I used last year.
Duane Michals, This Photograph is My Proof
The writing below it reads, “This Photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look see for yourself!”
