faster pussycat... type! type!

No passion. No lust. No desire. No neediness. No expectations. No demands. No manipulation. No agendas. No guilt.

After the last story. After the last tickle. After the last cuddle. After the last kiss. Those soft little voices as the light blinks out. Goodnight Daddy, I love you. Child Love.

the third pallbearer could no longer bear the weight and his hand slipped. i could relate, i could no longer hold my compassion for the woman in the casket. she had let me down too many times. many that were removed from my situation had told me that she intentionally depressed me because she needed the company. nevertheless, i never stopped loving you, mom - i was just tired of the disappointment.

She paced like an impatient tiger. Where was he? Had he stopped somewhere else first? Whose needs were more important than *hers*?

Finally, he knocked. Her insides flipped in anticipation. She open the door, threw him money, then yanked the pizza box out of his hands.

She was now complete.

She couldn’t take a breath. She felt suffocated. She loved him but the fire was smothered out. She had to get away. She had to find who she was again. Not who she was with him, but who she was without him, because in the end, she is all alone.

I reach up for the perfect glass. Its weight and balance ample for the intended task. Four ice cubes go clink. A cold bottle is retrieved from the fridge. Liquid love. I gently place the rim of the glass to my lips. My eyes close as I enter heaven.

“Damn, I’ve fallen in love with him.”

The words were a soft whisper in the empty room.

Not nearly enough presence, considering the momentous occasion.

“I’ve fallen in love with him.”

The words rang out loudly, bouncing off the walls, echoing.

Only the walls knew. It will be their secret.

No one thought it would last, but they were still here. He even knew the reasons why.

She made damn fine pancakes. He happened to like pancakes.

If it didn't always feel like true love, it was better than mostly dead. There wasn't much you could do with mostly dead.

if you cant fall in love your best friend, the with whom? bla bla bla 50

A young couple approaches a modest and aged home. The young man, apologetic, tells his new bride, “This is temporary. I promise all your dreams will come true.”
Fifty years later…
The same couple in front of the same home, “I failed you.”
“What? My life has been a dream.”

"I miss mother".

"I know, even though she gets mad at us when we visit grandpa's special rock without telling her".

"I wish she could come on these adventures with us, she’s smart, even if she is a grown up".

"I guess missing her means we love her".

"Yeah, lots".

sorry I am late.

Love is the word people use when they have a feeling inside them that's too big for any other definition. When that feeling swells to the point that you want to grab the object of your affection and absorb them into yourself completely so you're never without them, that's love.

you guys did AWESOME!!! i can't wait for next time.