Tagged: Love (951)

When I think about the mechanics of walking, I start to stumble. I don’t want to relearn any laws. I want the sun to rise for you every day.

The day unfolds with the lethargy of a hangover. He calls his new girlfriend. He says I find myself thinking of you at inappropriate moments

She loved him but she also loved baked potatoes and Hawaii and kittens and lacy underwear. He was OK with not being special. But she wasn’t.

Ice cream. Flirtation. Palpitations. American Idol. Chinese food. Soft rock. Hard rock. Dating. Announcements. Trust issues. Tears. History.

These pants are demanding, he says. You’re demanding, she says. Oh, grow up, he says. Grow up, she mocks. And then she stabs him with a fork

They enter the mutliplex holding hands, a couple in love. Three hours later they go their separate ways. I hate European movies, he sneers.

He loved her but she smelled up his toilet and he didn’t want to know this about her. I’m human too, she said. That was too human, he said.