Friday, December 21, 2007


We had the perfect life. Tropical climate, spending time in the summer house. I’d wear loose white clothes and sit out on the veranda, watching you pass in our kitchen in your little ‘wife-beater’ and my pajama pants. You’d bring me coffee on the high patio and I’d set it down while I pulled you onto my lap. We’d kiss as the sun would start to set. Each day went this way and it seemed like it would never end, as if time was in an eternal loop. I wish I’d never woken up.



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