Wednesday, May 18, 2011

♥ You slip me a folded piece of paper across the table.

I skeptically reach for it.

Staring at you and your beautiful face,

it’s hard to believe all the ugliness that has surrounded our every exchange.

compromise disappointment deceit

I open the piece of paper and take in the two words.

Bare. Minimum.

I sigh as you get up from your seat and walk over toward me.

We walk out of the room holding hands.

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