Drawing up my knees, I fold in on myself. I want to make myself as small as possible. Perhaps this nonsensical pain will be smaller the smaller I am. Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.
The why was from his place of darkness.
My Inner goddess jumped and hid behind the couch.
Um.” I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto. Stop talking. Stop talking NOW.
I flush at the waywardness of my subconscious – she’s doing her happy dance in a bright red hula skirt.
Which medieval chronicle did you escape from? You sound like a courtly knight.
It makes sense now!” His eyes are full.
I need to take my fragile, wounded pride away and somehow nurse it back to health.
Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.” “Why would they say that?” “Because they know me well.
Then we’re out into the bright Seattle May morning.
I can tell, baby, but right now I don’t give a damn because I can’t take my eyes off your mouth.
Because I think I love you, and you just see me as a toy.
I need to be home this.
Spanish-language, and audio, and in deluxe hardcover editions featuring elegant silver-embossed jackets.
Yep. I rub my chin as I formulate a plan, and moments.
I could murder a doughnut, Annie.
Ne apropiem de capatul podului, iar drumul este din nou scaldat in lumina de neon a iluminatului stradal, astfel incat fata lui se afla intermitent in lumina si in intuneric.
AND SO A PATTERN develops: wake, work, cry, sleep. Well, try to sleep. I can’t even escape him in my dreams.
Are you going to continue to scold me?” “Is that what I’m doing?” “I think so.” “You’re lucky I’m just scolding you.” “What do you mean?” “Well, if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday. You didn’t eat, you got drunk, you put yourself at risk.
Omul asta, pe care candva l-am crezut un erou romantic, un brav si stralucitor cavaler alb – sau cavaler negru, dupa spusele lui, Nu e un erou ; e un barbat cu probleme emotionale profunde si grave si ma trage dupa el in intuneric. Chiar nu pot sa-l calauzesc spre lumina?