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Red roses and cheap white wine. An uncomfortable bed, pillows that aren't soft enough. A man who has flaws, a woman who has more. A few moments of a feeling of togetherness, deep understanding, complete openess, pure illicit ectasy, followed by hours of self doubt and self pity.
The oddity of seeing that person again. The awkwardness, unsure of what to say or even if to say anything. The inner voice saying, just go on. Walk away. Not wanting to.
The feeling of loss, a budding friendship dismissed. Gone. The quick sadness at not having that friend in the future. The knock on the door, it's him! The kiss, the love exposed, the kids and white picket fence nears.
I was bet I couldn't write a romance novel in three paragraphs or less. I WIN!
Now, back to my cooking.
The oddity of seeing that person again. The awkwardness, unsure of what to say or even if to say anything. The inner voice saying, just go on. Walk away. Not wanting to.
The feeling of loss, a budding friendship dismissed. Gone. The quick sadness at not having that friend in the future. The knock on the door, it's him! The kiss, the love exposed, the kids and white picket fence nears.
I was bet I couldn't write a romance novel in three paragraphs or less. I WIN!
Now, back to my cooking.