an excerpt from my journal...
Will you do the laundry?
Yes, my Love.
Will you wash the dishes?
Yes, my Love, though I hate the feel of hot of water on my hands...
But why?
It reminds me of work- that heat. And you are my relief. I don't like the two linked, though without the one, this Love wouldn't exist...
Will you be home when I get there?
Always, my Love.
Will you-
-Always, but why does loving hurt so much?
Excuse me?
Why does it ache? Why?
What..?
...joy...
It shouldn't... don't cry...
I don't know how else to feel.
It's alright.
But how can it be? The dishes aren't clean.
About Me
- Sushila Danae Battagione
- I am in the midst of discovering how to combine my passions, skills and desire to "heal the world" into a compensatory occupation, return to the School of Hard Knocks, all while referee-ing the pupalupagus and the widderkitten.
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