I always thought of myself as a dog person till a cat with eyes the color of cinnamon moved in with me.
I would not hear of other places till I met him and we built home in a far land.
I spelled together as happy but felt lonely.
I was in love with Italian till I heard the German Zuckerschnecke.
The “I” I have known was a fantasy, a lie. It is time to get to know me.