Every stinking time I leave a comment on a blog post the Google thing wants me to share my last post and it is downright depressing because the previous post is nothing more than a blah blah blah post about ranch dressing (no offense Kraft).
It was past time to write something new, so here it is.
Tonight I found myself on this blog called My blog can beat up your blog. You know you would have clicked it too.
I do love a challenge and there was one staring at me.
No thank you, John Lennon. I don't want to.
Things are perfect just the way they are.
If it's not broken, don't fix it, isn't that what they say?
He says that our love is special; hasn't it always been?
Ten years of growing with him at my side.
Yes, time does fly by so quickly, but it also stands still.
That touch. That look. That smile.
Time stands still.
My wings are clipped. Nowhere to fly.
Forgive me world.
I am preoccupied right now with his love.
Absorbed with being in love with him.
Not starting over.