Wednesday, August 18, 2010


I'd fallen for him. Well, not him, but his characters. I dreamed about him; fantasized about him; never thought I would meet him. Then one night, on vacation in Mexico, he sat across the bar from me. We raised drinks, smiled, and moved seats. In the end, he left with another woman and I fell again. This time the landing was hard.

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