Espresso!

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Sometimes its great like espresso, other times it's like we're my favorite dress, two sizes too small. (I never blame myself.... it has to be the dress!).......yessss... him and I, we seem so extreme.  One day we're believers, the next day incapable of imagining forever.

Want me on a Wednesday!

It's Wednesday night, and he just came home from work. Usually, (well a year ago), I would of ran and kissed him, but now it's "oh hey" that comes out, and even that has become banal and predictable. Discontent, lonely-maybe..., or perhaps it's just the worn out rut I'm in. I feel so up to my neck in comfortableness, and it's turning me into a pathetic victim of chick flicks and fantasy moments.