We speak often, but unfortunately we cannot meet in person nearly as frequently as I wish. And in those all too brief times, my garbage can is emptied. Everything just disappears.
Tag: friend
Kosta 11/14/20
He walked past me without so much as an acknowledgment of my presence, and proceeded to give his wife a passionate, deep and long kiss. I felt a little bit uncomfortable, in fact, and as I began to wonder if I should just let them have their privacy and leave, he broke, turned to me and introduced himself.
Linda 6/23/20
this is just a tribute piece for myself as the odds of her actually reading it are next to zero.