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"I love you," she says, staring deep into his eyes. "And when I stop loving you, I'll love you even more." He says nothing but kisses her, his hands on her face, his lips pressed against hers. They share the same breath and for a minute; the world is perfect.
One day she turns and looks at him.
"Who are you?" she asks. There's silence, then a car horn honks and then he replies. "The man who loves you."
He's cooking breakfast in the kitchen and she's singing and dancing around in one of his old tee-shirts. The reason why he never throws out any of his old clothes is because she just looks so damn good in them.
"Tall and tan, and young and lovely - the Danny cooks breakfast in de kitchen . . ."
He laughs so hard he burns the toast.
"I saw Godzirra today. I thought of you." She calls him in the middle of the day to tell him useless shit. "Did you know, at last count there were about 226,000 trees in New York's Central Park?"
He laughs and shakes his head. "How do you know that?"
"I counted them all. Then I named them all Danny."
Sometimes he can't make it home at night. Sometimes they are strangers passing in the night. He wakes up and she is going to bed. Sometimes she is waking up and he's going to bed. No matter coming or going they always kiss.
"I had a dream where you turned into a caterpillar in bed.
"How was I?"
"Handsie."
Sometimes, when they can, they make love. It's different when there's a purpose to it, and she tells him that she loves him and he kisses her stomach and whispers that he loves her. She doesn't tell him that her boss's wife is expecting a little boy, that her co-workers are all starting to get pregnant. That she's starting to hate herself, and her body. She doesn't tell him about crying in the bathroom at work.
After they make love, she tells him a joke. "Where do bees keep all their money?"
"I don't know; where do bees keep all their money?"
"In a honey box."
He promises to spend some time with her, real quality time, phone off time. It's rare but when it happens it's wonderful. They're watching a movie and he puts his head in her lap. He tells her it's his favorite pillow. His butt is her favorite pillow. More often then not their phone off time ends up in him falling asleep in her lap. She plays with his hair and writes things on him
She figures it's only fair.
One day she turns and looks at him.
"Who are you?" she asks. There's silence, then a car horn honks and then he replies. "The man who loves you."
He's cooking breakfast in the kitchen and she's singing and dancing around in one of his old tee-shirts. The reason why he never throws out any of his old clothes is because she just looks so damn good in them.
"Tall and tan, and young and lovely - the Danny cooks breakfast in de kitchen . . ."
He laughs so hard he burns the toast.
"I saw Godzirra today. I thought of you." She calls him in the middle of the day to tell him useless shit. "Did you know, at last count there were about 226,000 trees in New York's Central Park?"
He laughs and shakes his head. "How do you know that?"
"I counted them all. Then I named them all Danny."
Sometimes he can't make it home at night. Sometimes they are strangers passing in the night. He wakes up and she is going to bed. Sometimes she is waking up and he's going to bed. No matter coming or going they always kiss.
"I had a dream where you turned into a caterpillar in bed.
"How was I?"
"Handsie."
Sometimes, when they can, they make love. It's different when there's a purpose to it, and she tells him that she loves him and he kisses her stomach and whispers that he loves her. She doesn't tell him that her boss's wife is expecting a little boy, that her co-workers are all starting to get pregnant. That she's starting to hate herself, and her body. She doesn't tell him about crying in the bathroom at work.
After they make love, she tells him a joke. "Where do bees keep all their money?"
"I don't know; where do bees keep all their money?"
"In a honey box."
He promises to spend some time with her, real quality time, phone off time. It's rare but when it happens it's wonderful. They're watching a movie and he puts his head in her lap. He tells her it's his favorite pillow. His butt is her favorite pillow. More often then not their phone off time ends up in him falling asleep in her lap. She plays with his hair and writes things on him
She figures it's only fair.