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“How long have we known each other?”

“About twelve years, I guess.  Why?”

“That’s what I thought.  Since first grade, right?”

He nodded, and took a sip of his drink.

“We never really had a single fight, did we?”

“Just the one time, when we were designing a space ship and you wanted too many bookcases.”

“You can’t have too many bookcases.  I still stand by my decision,” she said, grinning at him.

“Other than that, I can’t think of any.  And you eventually agreed to take one of them away, so we could have a small kitchen.”

“Yes, we did need that.  You said, “We can’t eat the books.”  Which was true.”

“I think the aliens are making their move,” he said.

“Definitely.  They’re taking over the bodies of the republicans.”

“That too, but I think they’re showing themselves more often.”

“What do you think it means?”

“Maybe they’re waiting for the chaos to begin in earnest, so they can take over, or help us.  I’m not sure, but there are more of them than there are of us.”

“You always believed that,” she said, knowingly.  “I still think they’re all here to watch us commit mass suicide.”

“You might be right.  A lot of different species are here right now.”

“We’re not that important, in the scheme of things.  I think we’re just a bit interesting to watch at the moment.  You know barbaric and insane.”


“I can’t even imagine not being with you,” she said.  “What do you think that means?  Are we addicted to each other, or are we just a habit?”

“I think we’re in love and meant to be together.”

“I never thought about us like that,” she said.

“How could you not think about us like that?” he asked, staring at her.  “We’re never apart.”

“I never thought about that either.  I just expected us to be with each other.”

“When was the last time you went out with anyone but me?”

“Uh,” she mused, frowning, crossing her arms in front of her.  “Everyone is boring.”

“Exactly,” he said.  “In case you haven’t noticed, we don’t go out without with other people because we’re always together.  If I went out with someone again, I’d probably bring you along, so I’d have someone interesting to talk to.”

She laughed, and punched him in the shoulder.  “That would be hysterical.”

“Ow!” he said rubbing his arm.

“Oh, sorry.”

“I think this is what love might be.  Always being happy, always wanting to be with each other, not noticing there is a world around us, and this,” he said, leaning over for a kiss.

She fell toward him and sighed.  “I think you’re right.  I do love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, shoving her sideways.

She hit him with her book and they both spilled heir drinks.  “Do you think admitting that we love each other will change anything?”

“Maybe,” he said, thoughtfully.  “I mean things always change when friends become lovers.”

“So things will be even better?”

“Of course.”

“I gave you space for your music, on my bookcases in the spaceship, you know.”

“You did.  Not enough, but you made the effort.”

“You have a lot of music.”

“You have a lot of books.”

“Remember when…”

“Yes,” he said.  I do,”

“All I ever saw was you.”

“This all sounds so sappy.”

“I know right?  I thought love would be different.”

“I didn’t think about it at all,” he said.  “Then suddenly I knew I couldn’t live without you.”

“I just knew that I had to see you, and talk to you everyday.”

“Let’s get a place to live.”

“Off campus?”

He nodded, and took her hand.

“As long as there’s enough space for bookcases, I’m in.”

“We’ll always have enough space for bookcases.”

“And music,” she said.”

“Yes, and music.”

“I didn’t expect love to sneak up on me.”

“It didn’t.  It’s been right in front of you for a long time.”

She threw her arms around him and squeezed.  Then went walked into the bookstore and did rock, paper, scissors, to see whether they would go to the book section, or the music section first.


Whatever love means to you…I hope you find it, or have it, and you’re happy

green and red heart shaped textile

Photo:  Sharon McCutcheon

Love and kindness are natural feelings. Hatred, cruelty, are taught.

toddler hugging siberian husky

Photo:  -drz-

A Short story…passion, surprises and the loves of ones life.

“Tell me about the love of your life,” said Marcy.  “I never had that kind of passionate love.  I married to get out of the house.  He was a couple of years older than I was and I thought he was a good choice.  I was wrong.”

“Big time.”

“When my mother died, I found my wedding pictures.  She cut his face out of every single photo.”

“Smart woman, your mother.”

The laughed and started eating their blueberry pie and ice cream.

“I had two loves of my life.”

“Of course you did,” sighed Marcy.  “Why am I not surprised?”

“I was married to the love of my life, in this lifetime.”

“I know that.  So, who was the other one?” said Marcy.

“Many years ago, I was in a brand new, tiny, well-lit bookstore.”

“Big surprise,” shorted Marcy.

“The shelving units were very low.   Anyone could see over them.  Anyway, I was looking at a book, but felt a strong urge to look up.  The guy in the next aisle was staring at me.  Everything in me immediately reacted to him.  I knew him.  I loved him.  We were happy somewhere.  In another lifetime, I guess, but we knew each other.   Who knows what the relationship had been, siblings, friends, lovers.  Could have been anything, but I was loved him completely.”

“These things never happen to me.  Why do these things never happen to me?”

“Because you never go into bookstores, that’s why.”

“Good point.  Please continue.”

“He looked as surprised as I felt.  We smiled at each other then, still grinning, he looked down, and shook his head, as if what was happening shouldn’t be happening.  We stared at each other for a minute or two, smiling and communicating through our expressions, then we nodded at each other and went on our way.  I’m not wrong about this, Marcy.  It was like seeing someone I loved but hadn’t seen for a very long time.  Someone I didn’t realize I even missed.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about him before?”

“I just thought of him today, when a song triggered the memory.   Even now, after all these years, just thinking about him, makes me happy.”

“And you never said a word to each other?”

“We didn’t have to.”

“I hate you,” said Marcy, scrapping her plate with her fork.  “Reallllllly hate you.  I would have tackled him.”

“I’m just glad I got to see him.”

“It’s going to be hard for me to hang out in bookstores, since they’re all gone.”

“That’s true.”

“You should have told me about bookstores before.”

“I did.”

“I still hate you.”

“I know.  It’s okay.”

“Do you still love him?”


“Too bad you don’t know his name.”

“It doesn’t matter.  It was just one of those extraordinary moments.”



A picture of LOVE…

Dog, Human, Connectedness, Friendship

Photo:  Pixabay

Almost all parents want to protect their children from harm…

Photo:  Spenser Sembrat


The chicklets were out today, chirping songs of peace and love…

Love is in the air…and it’s feathery.

Love Birds, Love, Together, Birds

Photo:  Pixabay


Photo:  Debby Hudson

Love…and neon…

Love, Romance, Rose, Red, Neon, Lights

most people
think they know
what LOVE means
but the definition
is different for
is a loaded word
it comes with
a lot of
and baggage
we can LOVE
a lot of things
there are  different
degrees of LOVE
some people fear it
others spend their
lives looking for it
now and then
someone finds it
one can have it
lose it
or have it taken away
are all about LOVE
LOVE can be easy
or complicated
it can be exciting
and it can disappear
it’s a weird thing
driven by our brains
without our consent
but it is what it is
in all it’s flavors
we love those we love
in ways that are different
for each one
we love our cats
our books
our pizza
our gardens
our kids
our tea
we can love everything
because when it comes to

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