since my very first boyfriend when I was 5. His name was Danny Thomas. His family lived around the corner from us.

Danny would walk me to school every morning. One day he ran by our house. The next thing we heard was a window breaking. There on the livingroom floor was a rock with a note tied with a shoestring.

It said “will you marry me”? He was 8.

It seems looking back I have never been without Eros in my life in some form or fashion.