"MaYbE," she murmurs, and then says, "OnCe UpOn a TiMe, LoVe BoRn. It WaS mEsSy. I tHiNk. I tHiNk iT hAd To Be. It WaSn'T mInE, bUt I wAs TheRe. BeCaUsE I KnOW iT. I Do. BuT iT wAs MesSy AnD iT HuRt AnD LoVe. It'S noT aN EnDlesS. BuT I tHiNk iT'll OuTlAsT AlL SeVEn oF uS. I ThInK sO. IsN'T IT fUnNy? I ThInK it IS. I dOn'T kNoW. ThAt MigHt AlL," she adds, looking over at him, "bE A LiE. SoMeTiMeS I dO tHaT. LiE. LoVe MiGhT Be JuSt A MoMeNt, ToO, AnD thAt'S iTs LifEtImE. Or BoTH. I ThInK iT'S HiLaRioUs."
She pokes at his knee, absently.
"I hAVe A SiCk SeNSe Of HuMoR. BuT. Um. ThEy LiVed. For A WhiLe. ThEn ThEy DiEd. AnD SoMeTimEs THeRe WAs HaPpIly inBeTWeEn. AnD SoMetImEs TheRe WaSn'T. ThAt'S HoW thE StoriEs Go. MayBe. I ThInk."
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Date: 2006-10-14 04:19 am (UTC)She pokes at his knee, absently.
"I hAVe A SiCk SeNSe Of HuMoR. BuT. Um. ThEy LiVed. For A WhiLe. ThEn ThEy DiEd. AnD SoMeTimEs THeRe WAs HaPpIly inBeTWeEn. AnD SoMetImEs TheRe WaSn'T. ThAt'S HoW thE StoriEs Go. MayBe. I ThInk."