Mars has many nicknames for me. I love it when he chooses one of his many sweet synonyms for my real name and just throws it into conversation, as if they were my real identity, fact not fiction. Say something often enough to a person and they may begin to believe it, I’ve heard, but I still can’t believe it. I am his angel, he affectionately tells me. And then he slips on a gold necklace to symbolize it. I might never take these off.
What he doesn’t realize that this isn’t the first time he has given me wings.
Comments (1) - October 19, 2009
How sweet :-)
PS: your blog is lovely…