In spite of the fact that we both have fastidiously recorded every word the other has said in one form or another, I am resigned to the notion that you won. I always thought you were beautiful in so many different ways. I saw beauty in you where I can only hope some man will notice. That was my vulnerability and downfall. If a man doesn’t look like Brad Pitt or Rob Lowe, he has no business confronting even the whitest whale with such reverence (that was a kind Moby Dick reference, by the way. It’s a good book.) I feel awful about how things dropped off the cliff since we last spent a night sleeping next to one another. I do not expect that to happen again and I harbor no illusions that they will reoccur. All I hold is that you were warm. And I have this bizarre memory of buying you chocolate at the video store. If I had my way and could do it again, I’d have Godiva delivered to you on red velvet pillows and sparkling silver platters.
In the honesty of all honesties, in the aura of all halos, I did have a bit of a thing for you. And I did have fun.
1 comment:
this is the way a man should feel about a woman. dream on she says,,to think she will feel the purity of selfless abandon in her lifetime.
hope things work for u in the way u wish them to
amysnuthouse
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