ilene
must be mutual for it all to work
You had it. Now it's time to reach for new highs.
I wasn't sure he noticed everything I wanted him to notice. Sometimes it seemed as if he didn't notice anything at all. As if he was oblivious. Couldn't see anything. Could only wonder when we would be having sex again. Could think of absolutely nothing else. I wanted him to notice everything, like I did. To notice all the details, all the connections, all the patterns.
Don't send me any more texts. I feel tarnished by what you said, you can't take it back and you can't wipe off how I feel. It's like a bad taste in the mouth, a metallic film. Icky and uncomfortable. Unpleasant.
Oh, boy, was I ever lucky to find him. Only I had no idea what I was looking for, as it turned out. I never would have anticipated this. Not in my wildest dreams, and I have some wild dreams. Still, I consider myself lucky to have this person in my life.
Is it true or is it a myth? Or is it the mything piece, perhaps. Or a shadow in the mytht. Or the old friend I mythed.
At the altar of peace, no one is praying. The methods are unknown. The people don't remember how. Everything is in limbo. Something is missing.
Large and in charge, like a cannon ready to fire. That's how she led her life. Not in the physical sense, but in the essential way of her being.
Feathers, everywhere. When the hot pink boa fell apart, the feathers flew. What a mess. Julia couldn't believe what Mark had done, and she couldn't bear to bend down and pick up a single one, she just left them lying there, a bright and colorful reminder of a sad, sad moment.