It’s not you, really. How could it be your fault? You’re too good a man for me. Reliable, loyal, always there for me. You hold my heart in your hands, and warm it with your thoughtful words when it is blue. You lift me up above your own ideals, when I feel the need to…… Continue reading Too good.
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What happened to our maybes? How could we run out, with so many? Where did you hide them, give them back to me. Please, now bring back our sweet maybes…
Maybe we could skip the touristic stuff for a day, and go for something less exotic but still fun… Like a “trou Normand” activity? I’d suggest to go bowling. That’s what I did yesterday… In a little town about an hour away drive from Montréal; Granby. The bowling place was rather oldish, but I like…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (11)
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Black Today’s daily prompt could have evoked a lot of things… But it so vividly brought back this song to my mind, that I just couldn’t write about any other shade of Black. I listened to Pearl Jam a lot in my early twenties, and I remember this back then…… Continue reading Cyranny’s Jukebox…
Cyranny's Cove 