Come Hither.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Jesus Y me.
Poets so often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me.
So I listened for some defensiveness, or arrogance in your voice, or some anger that I could rally against. Some justification for my failure to control myself, my failure to understand.
That's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory.
Every single moment.
Poets so often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me.
So I listened for some defensiveness, or arrogance in your voice, or some anger that I could rally against. Some justification for my failure to control myself, my failure to understand.
That's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory.
Every single moment.
posted by Lynette # 10:57:00 PM 
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