And, you came - not to mention left, with your reputable dark eyes and lethargic stature. Pulling off, piece by piece, instantaneous portions of the heart. Gnawing at the edges, and tearing at the seams. 'The heart' in reference to the collective heart in which we possess.
I've shared my last night of laughs with this little lady (at least for a little while; 6 months worth of little). We made it worth while too; hitting on 'em all. 3 phone numbers (one of them, may or may not have been gay), a couple drives home, and some Tim Hortons later, and she's off.
"That really isn't practical though Nicole."
Snickers from the little old lady behind us, making fun of us bicker.