Wednesday, August 27, 2008
She was the unstoppable force to his immovable object...
It was all about compromise—as are most things in life. She liked attending parties on New Year's Eve. He liked staying in—watching the ball drop. She was constantly going, going. And he would rather sink into his spot on the couch with a good book. She always had a plan, places to be. But as long as he could reach out in the night and find her body warm with sleep, leaning over to kiss the corner where her lips meet, none of these differences mattered.
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2 comments:
the last sentence is my favourite and this blog is also one of my top 3 faves. thank you for the envelope scan:) writing and driving is probably just as dangerous as drinking and driving.
ding. the eggs are ready.
wait...
oh yes, yes, thats the reality of the situation. :)
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