Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he/she has been in a different place with totally different people.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
I've already met...Mr. Player, Mr. Stupid, Mr. Idiot, Mr.Psycho, Mr.Cheap, Mr.Lazy, Mr.User, Mr. Know It All, Mr.Control Freak, and Mr. Stalker. Where the hell is Mr. Right?
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