He thinks about her, about the raw taste of her love, how she comes with the possibility of regret, and he drowns his omelette in hot sauce.
Tagged: Love (951)
T 6406
The fountain decorates the square like the most perfect punctuation. How much do you love me? she asks. She knows my shirt is dry clean only.
T 6405
She was on a business trip. I called her and complained of loneliness. She blew me a kiss and said, We have Skype. And then I felt lonelier.
T 6396
I asked her to dance. She thanked me and said she was flattered, but she declined. I had to ask her why. She said, This is a grocery store.
T 6390
She smiles so hard it hurts my face. I can imagine her shilling scented dish soap. You confound all of my expectations, I admit. She snorts.
T 6383
He told his parents about his new love. She makes me bigger, he said. This made his mother happy. His father too. But for different reasons.
T 6371
We went out for Chinese. She ate a chili and grabbed my beer, and sucked it back in one gulp. That was so hot, she said. And I had to agree.
T 6368
We read each other erotic tales from exotic lands. After a week, I asked, Is this love? But she didn’t reply. Because she was already bored.
T 6355
As darkness falls, he feels the urge to unspool the truth, so she can see him whole, and he says, I just joined the Cheese-of-the-Month Club.
T 6349
The bar smells like loss. He seeks out someone to make him feel alive. He thinks he’s found her. She says, I gave up. And he keeps searching.
