just kids

i started reading it in a blizzard blackout, shivering under the covers with a flashlight under my chin.  i deliberately slowed the pace, taking in once chapter at a time, not wanting to let go of this love story. 
i finished it just as the colorburst of spring finished painting the landscape.

just kids.

it's patti smith's memoir of her and robert mappelthorpe's relationship.  if you have ever experssed your love to another with creativity you never knew you had inside, just

because the energy of your connection inspired it, you will feel yourself in patti and robert. 

saying goodbye to the book was perhaps as sad as saying goodbye to robert through patti's words.   

it is everything love:

tender;  thoughtful;  artistic;  raw;  bittersweet.

just read it