
Oh, this poor pathetic woman! That was me in my teens and 20s, for sure!
As a teenager, I wrote a series of anonymous notes to a boyfriend that had dumped me in favor of a ski bunny he'd met on the slopes ... and later in favor of my older sister. Each time I'd send a note, he'd bring it into work and share it around and try to figure out who his secret admirer was. Years and years later, I told him it was me. He had a hard time believing it. I felt SO pathetic!
In my 20s, I worked for a literary magazine. I know the reactions such love poems might have on an editor. Derisive comments, for sure ... then a quick trip to the trash can.
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