“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I’ll waste no time reading it.”
― Moses Hadas
I Never read your novel.
It’s still buried in My Documents underneath feminist manifestos and facts about sigil magick.
“I do like you”, you wrote in your last message.
If the ‘do’ wasn’t there, it wouldn’t have been so cold.
That ‘do’ meant ‘but not enough’ to continue being distracted by me.
So, yes, I do like your writing.
I just don’t like it enough to read it (now that you’re gone)