The great thing about being in love is that you don’t have a lot of conversations about being in love.
That you wanted to talk about it the other night gives me pause.
You’re not the last thing on my mind.
You’re around the high three thousands.
I am in love with you.
The love you missed is more painful than the love you lost.
Neither hurt as much as the love you throw away.
I’m in love again, finally.
Oh double cheese-burger, you little tart, I love you!
She paced the floor over and over, cursing his very being, dreaming of how many ways she would tear him apart for putting her through this misery again, when he arrived home, which he always did, with a stupid look on his face and a lame excuse emanating from his lips.
No matter how much she loved him, she would teach him a lesson this time she vowed, until the knock on the front door accompanied by the two uniformed police officers, brought her world to a crashing halt.