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The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Boring Love.

This love is boring. He is no knight in shining armour, prince charming or particularly good with words. No white horse, just a practical sedan with good mileage and it’s a miracle if I can get him to wear something other than t-shirts. No passionate love-making in the middle of the night or cuddling each other

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Terms and Conditional(ove).

  Your love is conditional. It is measured by the size of my waistline; the length which you’d go for me only extends as far as the gap between my thighs. It is dependent on the coif of my hair, how tight my clothes are – does it show off my décolletage? It is ephemeral,

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Procrastinate.

  I wanted to tell you that I love you today.   I bought your favorite flowers, ironed my shirt and tidied the words that I was going to say. I wanted to tell you that I love you today. But I wonder what will happen if I said that I do? Will you reply

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