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Female. 26. Free to good home.
I am currently giving away a female to the first interested party.
She isn’t very girly (wears sneakers even with a dress).
She’ll never be able to tag along to your favorite Italian restaurant (just the smell of dairy makes my stomach churn).
She isn’t always very confident (even if you repeatedly tell her she should be).
Her anxiety may make her think the worst sometimes (and you can’t fix it).
Worst of all:
If you fall in love with her
You’ll never be the same.
Food for Thought
So, how often do you skip dessert?
I don’t know. Rarely, I guess. But that’s not the point. The point is that you still need the meat and potatoes. You need something substantial.
In one breath, you’re not wrong. But. Chew on this. How was that salmon?
It was delicious. It filled me up, but it was still light. I’d definitely order again.
I agree. I loved the salmon last time I was here. But I wasn’t really crazy about the salad or the way the veggies that came with it were cooked.
Yeah, they weren’t my favorite.
I thought about substituting both, but everything I wanted just kind of clashed with that flavor profile. It would have ruined the fish. Anyway. You’d come back for the salmon, right?
Well, yeah. I don’t know. Now that I’m thinking about the salad, I’m thinking I might try a steak next time. But if it were just the salmon then, yeah.
What if they paired it with something you liked better, but the service was garbage?
Then I probably wouldn’t come back at all. I wouldn’t mind if someone brought me food, but that also just sort of throws off the experience.
Right. That makes sense. Certain things just have to happen a certain way or the whole situation is tainted. I really want to try the cheesecake.
I am so full. I couldn’t.
But then. The plating is exquisite. Sweet, light crust barely containing the tangy, whipped filling. Her fork dips in and slides the bite past her teeth and across her tongue. And her mouth lightly meets his. Crystallized sugar settles on his tongue and caramel drips to his throat. And he thought he was filled to the bursting, but he can’t help but to swallow down sticky fluff. His eyes close and his mouth is suddenly too wet. And he lifts his own fork to his mouth, ravenous. Unsure whether he wants her mouth or the soft, creamy confection dripping with hot syrup. And as he settles for both, the coyest giggle trickles out her lips, barely escaping past her teeth, using his mouth as refuge.
You may not need dessert, but she almost always wins.
love(d)
We glance(d) at each other from across the room.
I look(ed) down at the floor.
You snicker(ed) at my shyness.
We head(ed) towards the door.
I accept(ed) your flirtatious offer.
We snuggle(d), grab(bed) a few drinks.
A few years went by like nothing.
A marriage on the brink.
We elope(d) out of nowhere.
Scary, yet exhilarating fun.
I figure(d) this euphoria could last forever.
You seem(ed) to be the one.
...
But she also seemed to be the one.
The one who won over me.
The days that once felt so alive
Are now ancient history.
And now I’m alone in this empty room.
When we met, what we felt was true.
But I guess someone else caught your eye.
But I still really, really, love(d) you.
l o n d o n / r a i n
one day
we’ll run into each other
at the supermarket or
something
i hope the rain will be pouring
a perfect alibi for my tears
even as the years pass
i will never forget you
as much as i breathe fire
to turn my heart into ash
as much as i grow thorns
to cage my heart inside
still, i am vulnerable and weak
because you will forever be my ghost
please
let it be raining
In every stranger I see your face,
Your voice still comforts me on the darkest nights.
They say to forget it, and to move on,
But I never want to forget you.
Why did you leave me in this cruel world alone,
I´m left to fight the battle on my own.
The pain of missing you grips me at random times,
It demands to be felt
The way you demanded to be heard.
You were my light in this world,
Now it´s slowly growing dimmer and dimmer.
