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Tuesday, April 14, 2009


Yet.. Yet.. a lifetime of love in four months. His tall, lanky almost gawky body not withstanding, the loose checkered shirt that hungover his body almost like a shirt on a hanger not withstanding, they had cuddled. They fought a silent battle - words were used. Finger nails dug deep inside without making a whimper of a mark. They had fought, he over her insecurities, she over her his lack of care. It was a match gone wrong from the letter A - he said. She stood there - the love saga that she never knew the beginning of, never knew the ending of, that would continue through her life. There would'nt be any pain, any jubliation there and he wouldn't be there either. Yet she knew it would exist a lifetime.