I don't eat my words as often as I swallow my laughter
She both craved the familiarity of a private, personal, domestic
space and loathed the idea of being fettered by permanence or
possession" Tom Robbins
"And I have tried. On several occasions driven by
abysmal loneliness, utter desperation. But I couldn't. I want the
whole, both before, during, and after. I needed to talk with
you, laugh with you, fight with you, cry with you, want you.
beside you with your head resting against my shoulder,
Walking with you through a swirl of Autumn leaves wind driven down
a country lane. Stopping in mid-sentence to smile at you suddenly
let a caressing hand stray across your face.