brother husbands

Fausto told me about this thing people do with cigarettes. You lick the filter end before lighting your cigarette, and once you light it a letter will appear after a few puffs. It's supposed to be the first letter of the name of your true love. I tried it twice today and I got a heart both times.

Maybe there's too much love to be enjoyed for it to be just one person? Maybe I'm poly and I'm going to have a bunch of brother husbands and they'll all work to buy me lots of presents. One can be handsome, one can be romantic, another can be funny, an artistic one, and a smart one. I'll color code them so it never gets confusing.

I need to get in touch with TLC.

On a more serious tone, I do feel like Poet Louise Glück: 
"afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments."