My boyfriend: Peter Niss
I tried to talk to my boyfriend once. I said, "We have to talk." That conversation ended badly. I was screaming and choking him, he was spitting at me, and yet all the while I felt a kind of pleasure knowing that we were fighting so viciously in public, yet despite the stares of the children and their mothers, he didn't back down from unleashing his full attention on me. He was always faithful in that way. Moreso than any other partner I've had since then. I am forever indebted to him. Wherever you are, I miss you. I dedicate this post to P. Niss
(Alexxx It wasn't me, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 15:04, Reply)