Dear Gin

January 31, 2010

Dear Gin,

I curse you.

I love you.

I hate the fact that I love you this much.

I think you have been angry at me for not being around as often as I used to be.

I'm sorry.

No need to take it out on me in this way.

The headache I had this morning from my night in your intoxicating embrace was enough.

Why the second, worse round?

I know I haven't been around as much as you would have liked.

I haven't been around as much as I'd have liked.

Forgive me.

You are sweet on my lips. I made love to you last night.

And like a women scorned, I am in pain.

Damn you, Gin.

Till we meet again, in some random bar, in some strangers house, in a familiar setting, know this:

I love you but I don't love your wrath.

Regards,
Penny Lane