He stood in the doorway next to my chair.
I: "I'm way, way in a funk."
He: (earnestly and tenderly) "Yeah, I know. I've been trying to . . ."
I: "I know. You've been so sensitive. Thank you."
He stepped away . . . and returned with a glass of wine.
~End Quote
Oh. I'm sorry, my friend. You know I've been there and will be again, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteDoes it help if I told you that I love you? Cuz I do...
I know you do . . . I really know.
ReplyDeleteYou are officialy... funk-y. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's good to find company here, though I think the town is filling up fast.
I love this post, btw!