
“And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it’s always daisy-time.” D. H. Lawrence I find myself lately within the protective walls of bluntness, that were sealed with sarcasm. Share on Facebook
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You’ve got half a year, more or less. It’s going to take that long to recover from the last round of family holidays and to get used to the next Forced March of Togetherness. You’ll need time to forget about the angst that comes from spending more than 20 minutes Share on Facebook
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I didn’t expect a Valentine…why would I, that is reserved for those few who have taken that step, if just a baby step into the announcement they are in love. Me…. I am not in love. But there it was at first just a key in my mailbox, then as Share on Facebook
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