"At the beginning there had been little true sensuality in it. Their first love-making had been simply an act of the will. But after the second time it was different. The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him. or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity, something that he not only wanted but felt that he had a right to. When she said that she could not come, he had the feeling that she was cheating him. But just at this moment the crowd pressed them together and their hands accidentally met. She gave the tips of his fingers a quick squeeze that seemed to invite not desire but affection. It struck him that when one lived with a woman this particular disappointment must be a normal, recurring event; and a deep tenderness, such as he had not felt for her before, suddenly took hold of him. He wished that they were a married couple of ten years' standing. He wished that he were walking though the streets with her just as they were doing now, but openly without fear, talking of trivialities and buying odds and ends for the household. He wished above all that they had some place where they could be alone together without feeling the obligation to make love every time they met. "
Who said love couldn't be defined?
I thought to myself the second that I saw this in action in the real world, "damn, this isn't going to end well." How right I was.
On a lighter note, i'm starting to play competitive tennis again. I'm on a USTA League team now playing with and against some hardcore people, doing my best to get back in shape, and doing all that I can to be the best person I can be in every way possible.
Enjoy some wallpapers. ;O
^--Valor
^--Beauty
^--Perfection
^---Love
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