once upon time there was a little tree
it grew up to be a big tree
it got chopped down for paper manufacturing
bits of the tree ended up as money
some as movie tickets
some as a CD sleeve
some as a piece paper over which two architects touched hands, then lips
and finally got it together
let's make that tree happy eh? :)
as Kylie would say - more, more, more, gotta give it all up for love babe!
but seriously, you are like a blooming rollercoaster with this affair. a very amusing rollercoaster granted, but dizzying all the same! I laughed so hard when I heard that you felt sorry for the trees :) Trees are a loving species, they would be happy to give it all up for love ...
as for your idea that you will give him his birthday kiss, well, I feel inspiration stirring
it was the sunday after his birthday party and Tree Lover was feeling strangely flat
the party had been good but it had been more of the same wordless staring and awkward half-touches
too many people looking, too many things to do as host, too many people wanting the birthday boy's time
the concept of alone time at his party, especially enough to get some quality intimacy was doomed from the start really
various brunettes were sprawled around Wifey's room, Wifey nursing a throbbing head - she'd mixed her drinks because Orlando had been plying her with all things alcoholic - Sister and Max trying to photoshop Carl's head onto Henning's body
they *were* trying to get her out of her blue funk but nothing was really working
by three pm the surprisingly clear sky and Max and Wifey's sudden spurt of enthusiasm for movement saw the girls on the DLR to Greenwich to tramp around the Observatory
swathed sulkily in a scarf (hers) and jumper (Sister's), Tree Lover was hanging behind the others as they roamed the hilly gardens, kicking at stones and clumps of grass with her sneakers (Sister's ... no, I think these are mine)
the other three yelled at her to hurry up and in her pique she tossed her head away like a shying horse and her eyes landed on a tall figure striding down the hill towards her
she would recognise him anywhere, despite those hands clad in gloves and the unusually confident stride as those long legs navigated the slope and uneven ground
who would have thought that once out of the office and away from eyes he would be so imposing and direct?
who would have thought that he would hit the flat ground and bear down on a girl like a runaway train?
who would have thought that a genuine height difference would matter so little?
who would have thought it?
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