Definitions

Definitions

I’d read David Levithan’s The Lover’s Dictionary back in May, during a pocket of time I’d hungrily hoarded for myself. Three months later, I unearth my notes—in a notebook only a pinch of pages in, abandoned to give way to the coercions of real life and its token responsibilities—and resort to a wry amusement. There is such a disconnect between the girl who’d read this book and the girl who now has to return to it. It’s points four and five that rattle, Dear Reader. No, it’s not as though there’s a considerable disconnect from the Reader of May and the Recorder of August—but I’m made aware now [thank you muchly for your hand in this, hindsight] of the progression of things. [A progression that a part of me still quails to tack the adjective “natural” to, because, well, certain things still hurt—and entertaining the very notion of regret will make it ache even more.] [Continue reading.]