Yes… Love

Her: Did you forget to take out the garbage again?

Him:
My darling… let us not deal with the mundane. We operate on a level so much above all of that triviality. Like a bottle, containing a lover’s note of confession, effortlessly bobbing on the ocean tossed. A part… yet apart from it all. Let us embrace what it is that makes us… us. The connection. The perfection that is imperfection. Let us screw our courage to the sticking place and face this crazy world together. Let us not be bogged down by what derails so many others. Let us aim higher. Let us strive towards a romance for the ages. (Puts his hand on her cheek.) Come… will you take my hand and jump into the unknown with me? Will you take a chance on… chance? Will you love?

Her:
Yeah… no oral sex for a month.

Him: Shit buckets!

0 thoughts on “Yes… Love

  1. That flowery poetic shit doesn’t work on women when she wants a straight answer!! We don’t get distracted THAT easily!!

    :)

  2. Sadly, I’m with Airam. Perhaps you could take that poetic skill of yours to a romance novel company and put it to good use penning the words of Leo, a misunderstood garden boy who pines for Elizabeth the bankers daughter?

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