All My Lovin'

To the men & boys I've loved:

You might know who you are. You might not. You're all here with me, everyday. You marked me in some way or another. I think about you all the time.

What do I mean by the word "love"? Just that. I recognized it as such.

Did I mark you as well? I hope so, actually. I just hope I was more fun than fucked up. Believe me, it probably wasn't your fault!

Peace,

Aza the Black!