Currently working on my first book. Read chapter one on my website aminalovell.com. I come here to get stuff out.
When I was younger I used to play these little games with God. I wanted to prove to myself that he was real. I would stand in my living room alone and summon God to move the door if he was real, waiting for hours to see if he responded to me, looking for the smallest hint that my request was acknowledged. When the wind suddenly moved the door I would declare that as evidence.
My "Dear Rique" Letter
Perfect on paper. That was his title in the "sexy girl in the city" book that I was writing back in 2011 that I only got a few chapters into. I had all my ex's and sexual experiences lined up for what was sure to be a best-seller. Turned out to be part of my therapy and made me regret everything all over again. I was so toxic. I fucked up a really good thing. This is the story of the first and only time I cheated on somebody:
My "Dear Anthony" Letter:
Damn, I loved you. We broke up over two years ago and I still think about you. I’ve been to therapy. I’ve written the forgiveness letter, I’ve burned the sage. I’ve humped a little around town. Somehow though, you can still make me cry if I think too much about it because damn, I loved you.