Cheater, Cheater, What Have You Done?

I am still in love with her. Not a day breaks but that I think of her, and when the dogwood turns red in winter I stretch out my hands and imagine her hair. I am in love with her; not a fantasy or a myth or a creature of my own making. Her. A person who is not me… My passion for her, even though she could never return it, showed me the diffference between inventing a lover and falling in love. The one is about you, the other about someone else.

—jeanette winterson: the passion