W went out on a date last night. She told me about it afterwards.. Funny thing is that it didnt bother me.. I guess that is detachement.. She told me later that she didnt like the guy and had a miserable night..
Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust. A little less time for the rest of the world, And more for the two of us. Kisses each mornin, I love yous at night, Just like it used to be.
