love is a two way street

So I figure that one day someone will be serious about love and me.

Until then (and beyond), I have a magazine or two to publish with my partner and collaborator and dear friend Nicole (who I will not kick to the curb by no fault of our friendship, who takes the time to call me on the phone, who takes my calls, who writes to me pretty much daily, who worries about me, who challenges me with spirited debate and conversation, who shares my vision, who helps, who asks for my help, who believes in me and my talents and my words and my art and my book, who trusts me, who understands, and who accepts what we are to each other and why). 

And then there is all that writing inside me.   

I am, after all, a writer.