Grace returns.
so nice, O reader, to spend the eve with her. Walk with her, drink with her, be with her. I'd tell you what I did on stage in front of a crowd for her, but you'd never believe me. Truth, friend, is stranger than Fiction, especially with me at the helm.
Her hand in mine, under the stars.
Parting, embracing, eyes meeting, and a soft kiss which lasts any number of seconds that could equal eternity.
All this, and on the verge of shattering, for she hasn't cleared her heart and mind of the one who came before me.
Don Quixote aint got nothin' on me, O reader. He tilts windmills, I tilt the Death Star.
...but, there's Tuesday next for us. Hope springs eternal. Maybe she'll bolt, maybe she'll stay. It's barely Chinese New Year, and lo, I'm livin' in interesting times.
so nice, O reader, to spend the eve with her. Walk with her, drink with her, be with her. I'd tell you what I did on stage in front of a crowd for her, but you'd never believe me. Truth, friend, is stranger than Fiction, especially with me at the helm.
Her hand in mine, under the stars.
Parting, embracing, eyes meeting, and a soft kiss which lasts any number of seconds that could equal eternity.
All this, and on the verge of shattering, for she hasn't cleared her heart and mind of the one who came before me.
Don Quixote aint got nothin' on me, O reader. He tilts windmills, I tilt the Death Star.
...but, there's Tuesday next for us. Hope springs eternal. Maybe she'll bolt, maybe she'll stay. It's barely Chinese New Year, and lo, I'm livin' in interesting times.
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hope tuesday is everything you hope it to be!