Friday, January 31, 2014


of what ifs and erratic suspicions:
               Such as:
Will you always want
                                  to kiss me - and only me - for the rest of your (ever living) life? (Yours)
The usual fare- you off gallivanting with some girl.  Yes.
              And then
                       the more peculiar:
"What would
you do...if...,"
my legs
          stopped working.
And I ended up in a wheelchair. Indefinitely.  But the
prognosis was good.  But we
                 weren't yet married. Would you leave?  What if the prognosis was not so good? Would you stay?  And if so, why?

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