"what is it about the rain
that dredges up old loves
and other things left caught in grates and gutters"

I don't know that I could fall in love with him. but here we are, taking things as they come. we meet when all decent people should be asleep, we spend dark nights loving tooth and nail. he calls me dearest, he calls me lovely and darling, in a way that only a man who should have lived two hundred years ago can do. we're people out of place, who catch each others' eye among a crowd and share secrets.

ash @ 6:30 PM