I heart you. It's what you're supposed to do on heart day, hallmark. Ergo I heart you. BTW, we're only as thick as our secrets.

When the writing assistance is missing the words go unposted resurrecting thoughts that this is been done so find a new outlet (under consideration). The reference aspect alone is worthwhile so let's get today straight:

The sciatica limp and the grinding rotator divulge the fossilization occurring along with the contracture. Chasing down drop shots at the net seems like another lifetime and re-reading death by sitting starts that "what are you doing about it" voice but today is all about I heart you. We still get to spend everyday in our favorite place and even though some of the lustre has faded, the heart still reigns in the pattern detection and the gratitude still overwhelms.

Down the road this post may trigger nostalgia for when I put away those childish things but I doubt that. Living the love life is the only way to fly.