This is the best time of the year to fall in love: snowy ground, star-sprinkled inky sky, foggy yellow street lamps, ghostly breaths, decorated fir trees, colorful lights, gifts wrapped in fancy paper, woolly scarves wrapped around slender necks, furry coats warming supple figures, mittens protecting delicate hands, falling snowflakes settling in women’s hair... And … Continue reading I Love December. But I Also Hate It.
This is the love story of my pillow and I. * If on this stilly Friday night Who-I-want-to-be-with-me would be with me, I would carry her to the bathroom and lay her in the tub And after she undresses I would help her take a bath: I would soap her back and scrub it with … Continue reading Someone Whose Breaths to Count…
I feel like a boy moth flapping his wings around a lady butterfly. I feel like a beggar who wins the lottery, like a tennis player who, having a match point, serves an ace, like a thirsty adventurer who discovers a oasis in the desert. Like a little boy whose broken toy is glued together. … Continue reading How Do You Feel When You Are In Love?
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