December 3, 2008
So. Until next time. Thatís that. Yes enough small talk. Our lives are linked spaces, snatches of conversation in which we devour each other. Itís all right. Itís expected. Like good grammar and rules broken with callous deliberation. In the end, face to face, all we will say is a hello and perhaps thatís all we will need. Just a hello. With that smile of yours. Iíll roll my eyes when you mention the weather. Youíll be exasperated when I refuse to talk of lovers. Again and again. Until we tire of one another in the manner of old lovers.