[Postcard: Scarlett & Rhett]
[Unobtainable, says a pessimist]
My dear Rhett,
I'm not in love right now. I've known love, plenty of it, in many varieties. I appreciate your opinion. It didn't feel cruel. I find our relationships with everything fascinating.
It started with croissants. I had a craving. I brought some for the weekend. It went on for a while as just croissants, but then I decided to branch out, brought other pastries. Only for the weekend, though. Like a treat. Perhaps that is naive, but I enjoy it.