Tagged: Love (951)

They washed each other’s hair, recalling an ancient intimacy. Since when are you a blonde? he asked. She stepped out and flushed the toilet.

When he stroked her shoulder softly she felt it all the way in her toes. And she knew she would end up marrying him. Because she had no legs

She wears a shirt that makes her feelings for him obvious. He walks three paces behind her. And not because she smells nice. He just has to.

But I chose you, he tells her. To diffuse. To profess. To announce something. Reaffirm. She thinks it over. Maybe you chose wrong, she says.

Dramatic music. He is struck by lightning. She comes rushing out. Drags him inside. They fall in love before he dies. Dramatic music swells.

They watch the majesty of the setting sun from their balcony. He’s half shaven; she’s in curlers. We’re the unsexiest people ever, he sighs.