Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.

Shall we wax poetic-ish?

Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.

Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..

Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.

So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.

You may **** the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.

Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.

Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
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Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz