Not that you ever took the time to figure out that I love comic books, but I do. Every Wednesday is "comic store day" and I get to leave my ordinary life for one filled with cosmic warriors and legendary battles. A lot of people will say that I'm too old to be reading comics (and you're probably one of them!), but I don't care. No matter what, I will always be me and no one can take that from me. You've been calling me a lot lately--telling me you FINALLY ended things with Bi-Sexual Boyfriend and that you love me. How can I believe you after all the lies and bullshit? I look over at ________ and wonder if maybe things are still workable. He never minded my comic books.