7 heartbeats is all it takes to snatch a kiss that can last a lifetime.
7 heartbeats to hold hands with fingers entwined.
7 heartbeats to walk a few steps down memory lane.
7 heartbeats to dance a few steps in the rain.
7 heartbeats to whisper the sweetest 'i love you' in your ear.
7 heartbeats to decide that this is forever.
it's the season for cold, windy nights and crisp mornings. just when i thought i've gotten over my phobia of christmas, i get a reality check. it's back with a vengeance.
uncharacteristic of me, i put up a teensy weensy christmas tree by my workstation in the office. it's a foot and a half high with red and silver tinsel wrapped around it. eew. i'm bringing it home on the 17th and giving it away to someone who values christmas more than i do.
don't get me wrong. i used to love christmas. i guess it's when you feel you're too old for gifts that you start developing a certain bête-noir for it. the tables are turned and you're expected to be handing out parcels to those little devils you call godchildren.
i'm the grinch in pink.
