Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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February 26, 2010:

Anger is reasonable. There was great hurt. It felt like betrayal.

I understand us better now.

I predict that when she thinks of me, she thinks, "He hates me." With her neverchanging grammar school emotional ethos. So perfectly and beautifully her.

Of course I don't hate her. But anger is reasonable.