March 22, 2010 § Leave a comment
That’s how it starts- with a kiss. That’s how all monsters are born. I can’t remember the kiss I wanted to tell the grandchildren I won’t have now about (if you remember, please call and tell me in great detail, even if we never speak again after that).
I remember all the kisses that spawned monsters.
There must always be a curse to balance the bliss, yet somehow it’s always the curse that survives.