It Wasn’t So Much That I Was

It's A Great Compliment That People Think They're Fast Reads. It's Always Funny To Me Because It Takes So Long To Get A Book (written) -- For Me, It's Never Quick.

I Was Bored. Sad. Lonely. It Was Only A Matter Of Time Before I Cracked.

And So, While The Rest Of The World Went On Unaware, Drinking Their Coffee, Reading The Sports Page, And Picking Up Their Dry Cleaning, I Leaned Forward And Kissed Dexter, Making A Choice That Would Change Everything. Maybe Somewhere There Was A Ripple, A Bit Of Jump, Some Small Shift In The Universe, Barely Noticeable. I Didn’t Feel It Then. I Felt Only Him Kissing Me Back, Easing Me Into The Sunlight As I Lost Myself In The Taste Of Him And Felt The World Go On, Just As It Always Had, All Around Us.

It's Harder That In Looks," I Told Him When I Finally Got Back In The Car. "most Things Are.

Fine...a Word That You Said When Someone Asked How You Were But Didn't Really Care To Know The Truth.