My Guess Is That He

The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only The Mind.

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.

I Wondered Why She Craved This Knowledge And Found Myself Remembering That She Was, After All, An Anthropologist.

Bulgarians Eat Tarator Every Single Day In Summer. They Think Of It As Salad Although We'd Call It A Soup. You Can Make It As Thick Or Thin As You Like Depending On How Much Water You Add. It's Very Practical In Summer Because Yogurt Cools The Body Faster Than Water, But The Water Hydrates You.

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.