Nov 2, 2011

The Romantic

I was hugging the husband the other day.

Looking deeply into my eyes, he says.

"Your eyes are gray today."
Looking further into my eyes. . .
"You know the scales on trout  (umm?)
Sparkly, scaley, greenish. . . "

He gets silent then, realizing that maybe that wasn't a good comparison.

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