Swift Scribbles: Where To?
Let me amuse you a little.
From December last year till now, all I’ve done with my pretty companion is make out with her. I kid you not.
I really don’t know – but maybe because it’s all easy. I mean – there’s no pressure, no expectations or promises. No whispered impassioned
words, no feeling as though we have to do something…act a certain kind of way.
She’s beautiful. I’ll tell you that.
There’s this quiet smile that comes into her eyes whenever she sees – whether across the conference table in the room we have our meetings or when she opens her door and sees me framed in it.
I remember she invited me over last Friday…