Alias: Lenore

I don’t want to know anything about you unless it’s the very best stuff.

For a girl who taught me more about heartache than love.

Tonight I wrote our break-up letter and I don’t know which makes me sadder: that I wrote it, or that I won’t tell you I did.

I keep writing letters that I’m never going to send.

It’s never going to happen, is it?

I really just want someone who’ll sweet talk me. That would be so nice. It might be the nicest thing.

A Letter to Ellen DeGeneres

(I have begun a project to write letters to those celebrities who move me, inspire me, the whole shebang.)