Good Morning Blog, Good Morning fellow Commenteers from Michele's
This is only a quick post as brunch is being cooked for me I have just been informed by text message and leaving food alone would be rude, it just would.....
I had some really well thought comments after my last post and intend to have a re-read when the morning fog has lifted later.
The thing I really can't understand is why did she text me late on in the evening to tell me this
"Great night, how about you???"
That was the first text.....????
Answers on a postcard (or what would probably be a better idea would be in a comment ;))
5 comments:
Just as the sunsets are beautiful without reason, so is it that love doesn't need to make sense.
Here today via Michele's.
rashbre
Here from Michele.
Love doesn't make sense.
The last paragraph of your previous post... put it on postcards and send one a day for a month or two a day. Intersperse with flowers delivered to her work or home or in person.
Tell her when sober... over and over.
If you mean it, it will sink in.
I think it was an attempt at a bootie call!
what Rashbre said ( i think )
hehe
here from michele - enjoy brunch!
Michele sent me across the Atlantic to visit, Oracle.
It sounds like this is going to be a complicated relationship, Oracle. You seem to be more engaged emotionally than she is--though given relative perspectives, I could be reading it wrong. I hope it all turns out well and that your brunch was tasty too.
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