Tom: “Then one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly, “and forgetting to fly, they both sink down and down in a great, dying fall, “fathom after fathom, until the female utters…”
Jane: Yes?
Tom: “…the female utters a loud, piercing cry of ecstasy.”
what he must be
he must be loving he must love to love, he must love to watch chick flicks with me because he is with me. he must fall in love with me. he must love my craziness. he must love my humor. he must love war movies and every thing exciting. he must find joy in little things he must be honest and tell me everything. he must see through my smoke screen, he must know me. he must kiss me every day, he must go on long walks with me, he must read the books i tell him are good, he must cuddle with me all the time, he must hold my hand when we walk he must look me in the eyes when we talk he must speak his mind fully all the time. he must go swimming with me and be competitive. he must care about me, he must hold me when i cry, he must tell me when i do things to bother him, he must be honest with me, he must not sleep with anyone else but he must be human, he must see me
