one person for each turn of the earth. one trip around the sun.
as many words as times i've taken the ride.
Friday, February 15, 2008
46/366: Tim (1)
In college, he was with the bitch-on-wheels history teacher. I always wanted to steal him away from her. His razor wit was hysterically funny, but I wouldn’t want to be its target. When he came out, it all made perfect sense, and now his sweetness has risen to the surface.
2 comments:
Beautiful last line.
Thanks, you guys. He used to scare me. Now he's a puppy dog. A puppy dog with a razor wit.
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