The really worst thing about him is his fame.
Ruins everything.
You want him to be a secret that everyone knows but never tells.
You want the chic parties and the society pages to be things that never took place anywhere. And to lose anything too nearing a crush you look at him smirking next to a too young wife. But you never stop feeling the flood of love when this secret that was never kept plays across your mind.
14 February 2007
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