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Tue 24 Aug, 2004 09:48 pm
How dare you.
How dare you show up here with that face? That smiling face with it's tiny scar above your eyebrow. That face that I could draw on my deathbed.
How can I not love that face?
How can I not love you when I know the circumfrence, within seconds, of my arms when they hug you? When my only concern is whether my lips are soft enough when they kiss your turned cheek?
How can I not love you when I recognize the apple smell of your shampoo as coming from the bottom shelf at the discount store when I too have once upon a time bent low in the name of economy?
How can I not love you when I know
why you are afraid of water
and why you can't stand to have your feet touched
and why your shampoo comes from the bottom shelf
and why you left your valuables here?
So please tell me how to not love you when the only thing that protects my heart is the front door and you are on the other side ringing the bell.
very touching
it would be nice to be written about like this
by the way i also buy economy shampoo
Thank you very much for your comment, stuh.
There IS something about economy shampoo....
This was brilliant, Boomerang. The succinctness was perfect, and it left so many questions open...
Thank you very much, drom_et_reve!
You may be sorry you said that, drom_et_reve. I've been thinking of taking a writing course for fun next fall.
I thought I would work up some courage by posting an occasional thing here.
I doubt that I would be, Boomerang; you have such talent waiting to be nurtured. You should go for it; who knows where you could get?
Wow, Boomerang, I really liked this peice! Made me feel *tingles*...
I'm even going to put it into my little book of favourites, if thats ok with you.
Thank you Polarbear (sure, that's fine with me) and little k!
I also really enjoyed reading this. It was excellent in everyway, and some of the things you were describing reminded me of me, kinda weird...lol...please, keep posting your work!
Thank you, stand up for pessimism!
Maybe it is you that I love.
Did you leave something very valuable at my house?
Hmmm....let me think about it......<thinking>......nope, not that I recall.
Oh, I didn't know who this was about until now.
Really nice ambiguity. (I'd thought it was more along the lines of a former lover.) (OK, I don't know nothin', but the new interpretation makes sense.) (Nice writing, either way!)
Thank you, sozobe!
And I'm thinking that you do know who B. is.....
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