Black, brown, with steamed milk or without, or maybe an espresso or a frappuccino (what’s the difference between that and cappuccino anyway?) – I’m taking my time weighing options to find the best, the perfect choice, and although I know it’s just house policy, the smile she gives me is the sweetest smile, the very definition of beauty: patiently soothing my insecurity, assuring me that my choice, if and when it comes, will be appreciated, while I’m determined to make the most of this moment, aware that her smile distracts and delays me even more. Amanda was right, I really needed to get out more.
After three days without eating and three nights without sleeping I realised that she had stolen my heart.
An hour later I noticed the bitch had taken my watch too.
Sometimes one sentence is enough to express your feelings.
Blind rituals, archaic strictures and useless rules.
Work, religion, love, it’s all the same.
Puppy puppy puppy.
Love love love.
“No one understands our love,” the dragon sighed.
“Interspecies relationships will take time to be accepted,” the princess said, “But at least he had nice stuff to add to our hoard.”
Did the burning houses convince you?
I really really really really love you.