6 years later

we're still ping-ponging in and out of happy marriage. we know exactly how we argue. we know each other too well. we rarely watch television together, we buy our own gifts and we retreat to opposite sides of the bed and sleep touching buttocks. and it does not mean anything. 6 years later he writes "I love you" in pink lipstick on the bathroom mirror and it's the most romantic thing. 6 years later I still shiver every time he grabs my neck or cups my face in his two hands.

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[m.a.]

found you through flickr>choonkaloonks>thursdaylove.
Your site is lovely..and this posting so dear my whole being is warm and smiling. :)