Nothing would change. It would stay cold forever. I would be lost forever. Nothing would change. Except for her, this flower, from green to pink, a glorious three day peak when unfolded, you could breath her in three inches away. Sweet. Even in the rain.
It was the third date with the man that would become my husband and I asked him, "There are two kinds of people in this world: Those that want to change the world and those that are happy focusing on the world around them… you know, their own life. I want to change the world. What about you?"
Hell no, don't give me your umbrella, or your coat, not your trains that run on schedule or your buses that lurch and groan, not your cars neither and the rules of the road.
I've got me, and that's enough until I get there.
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