Taking Time To
It's an interesting habit we have, this one, of stowing old loves (their letters and or their pictures usually or both) between the pages of some much-loved book or somewhere equally safe. Why is that do you think? To keep the memory of them warm or keep them from standing out in the cold all this time? Who knows the heart. There's no real rationale is there, well, not one that I can fathom anyway. If you're anything like me there's a tendency to forget such a one or ones that previously held... Sign in to see full entry.