Dear Protestant Man,
I had been wanting to tell you that you always ask really good questions. Your life story is usually fascinating. You try to do the right thing. You are bright and have worthy hobbies. When I'm with you I feel like I can use my native vocabulary and be understood.
I've been wanting to ask you though, why are you so conflicted? You seem so afraid that if you come through for someone God would ask impossible things of you. I wish I could help you be braver.
Dear Catholic Man,
I had been wanting to tell you that I love your courage. That you know how to be sweet and tough at exactly the right times. That you don't worry so much about God kicking you to the curb. You hold a lot of security.
I've been wanting to ask you why you never try to talk to God. Why your vocabulary is so full of cursing that you don't sound smart like you are. I wish I could tell you everything God tells me and be sane to you.
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I just allowed myself to be immersed in two whole months of Hazel Cade, on a quite cold morning sipping decaf English Breakfast Tea. You inspire me to think, CG. To feel, to discuss, to explain, to just sit. You are brave, funny, brilliant, and beautiful. Please don't let comparisons, memories of bad boyfriends or the Deceiver let you forget that. I love you, city
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