Whenever shes away visiting, it brings out the lonely romantic in me. This time, Sarika is in Boston for a few weeks, so when the house settles or a breeze taps the blinds against the window frame, when ice cubes pop or a bag of chips uncrumples itself slowly, for the life of me it sounds like shes here, just in the other room, cracking her knuckles. And I want to call to her, For the love of Pete, will you please knock it off?!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 23:05:48 +0000
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