Is it possible to hate someone with every fiber of your being one day & then like in the span of a trade be head-over-heels like in love? & I mean love, love-love. Planning your trousseau, that kind of love.
I'll compose short stories & sonnets to this wonderful man, this, this, this, this Boogie.
I called him "lunatic" to anybody that brought his name up. Now? Love.