Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I do believe I'm getting back into this blogging thing. This is my third post within the last two weeks. Part of my motivation may be the new layout, all credit due to the loverly Q, who is genius. It's a total departure from my previous layouts, and I love the change.
She watched, heart constricting as the family walked off together. "I kind of wish it were real," she whispered. Ashamed she'd said it out loud, she lifted her chin. "Doesn't really matter, though. Anyway, I heard someone from our group got a promotion to Blue line. Didn't hear the name, but I guess we'll know soon enough when someone's gone next week."
"Maybe," said Rob. He gazed at the lake as stray raindrops danced on the surface.
She looked askance at him. "Why wouldn't we? I figure that's pretty much the dream of anyone in the group, so someone's saying sayonara come Monday."
"Nah," said Rob. "Won't happen."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
He shrugged casually. "Because I turned down the offer."
She looked at him, mouth cracked open. "What? Why in the world would you not take a promotion?" He was the golden boy of graphic design, and she'd honestly expected him to get promoted sooner.
"It would entail a move to D.C.," he said.
"So? You love D.C. It's a great city."
He still wasn't looking at her. "Love makes people do crazy things."
She "Oh, god, tell me you're not staying for Laurie. She already hurt you so badly-"
Rob turned and looked her square in the eye. "I'm not going to D.C. because you aren't there."
The tirade died on her lips. "What - what do you mean?"
"You can go on all you want about love being a jumble of chemicals and crap, but tell me what evolutionary sense this makes."
Her mind whirred. This decision of his disregarded the instinct to move up the food chain, be it literal or metaphorical, and saying she was the reason - perhaps because their IQs were on the average, high - but that entirely threw the most attractive mate theory out the window, because she was so plain, and while he was a little on the nerd side, he was darling.
She couldn't find most of her voice. "But - why me?"
He leaned over and kissed her, slowly. She felt her eyes close of their own accord, and something stirring in her chest she hadn't felt since she was a child, safe with her parents, before their accident.
A moment later, Rob pulled back, still cupping her face in his hands, his beautiful, capable hands. "Because, despite all your minefields and massive resistance to the very idea of the sentiment, I love you."
She felt the first tear break, a hot streak down her face. He wiped it away with his thumb. The stirring in her chest bloomed, and it hurt, but she felt it like she hadn't felt anything in so long.
"I -" she faltered. How could it be true? But perhaps it didn't matter, because it just was. "I love you too."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I'm feeling tired and uninspired (look, a rhyme!), so I shall post some linkage to songs I'm currently enjoying, and think you should too.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
it stretches in my chest
Posted by Edge at 6:47 PM
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
So, here's what's happened in my life over the last six weeks.