beat-down diner
"Well, he was trying to get home, aren't we all, really, in the end?"
--Laurie Lee
We were somewhere on the dividing line between Ohio and Indiana. It was well after late in a beat-down diner; sleepy and worn, he smiled at me from across the filthy truck-stop table.
"You know," I began, "I knew you were the one from the start."
He put down his glass and leaned forward. Those eyes of his, those eyes they melt me.
"Really," I said, "it was the first time I kissed you. I know it sounds corny and cliché, but it's true. That's why that happens, because it's true. It happens. It happened. I knew you were the one for me the very first moment we kissed."
--Laurie Lee
We were somewhere on the dividing line between Ohio and Indiana. It was well after late in a beat-down diner; sleepy and worn, he smiled at me from across the filthy truck-stop table.
"You know," I began, "I knew you were the one from the start."
He put down his glass and leaned forward. Those eyes of his, those eyes they melt me.
"Really," I said, "it was the first time I kissed you. I know it sounds corny and cliché, but it's true. That's why that happens, because it's true. It happens. It happened. I knew you were the one for me the very first moment we kissed."