“You are wonderful.” - Arthur Conan Doyle, at age 71, standing in his garden one summer afternoon, turned to his wife and said, simply, “You are wonderful.” Then he clutched his chest and died. What started innocently enough ended up defining the galaxy.
I'm thoroughly impressed my good sir. Your pen is the sort that makes one feel as if you were in the room, rambling and dancing about in mania, capturing the reader's full attention. I stand humbled and awed by your prowess.
I think this is your best one to date. I might be a little biased because I hear bits of my own love story in the way you describe your dynamic as a couple, but the writing itself is so clear and descriptive, and the sentiment so true and lovely … you knocked it out of the park. Thanks for this.
Holy cow! There really is a Choke and Puke Diner!!! I just looked it up. Happy birthday, Arle.
I'm thoroughly impressed my good sir. Your pen is the sort that makes one feel as if you were in the room, rambling and dancing about in mania, capturing the reader's full attention. I stand humbled and awed by your prowess.
Thank you so much. Your comment just made my morning. :)
I think this is your best one to date. I might be a little biased because I hear bits of my own love story in the way you describe your dynamic as a couple, but the writing itself is so clear and descriptive, and the sentiment so true and lovely … you knocked it out of the park. Thanks for this.
Ain’t love just the grandest thing when you know it’s for real and forever? A gift. Happy Birthday to your Arle.
I legit read the name of the diner as "Choke and Poke" and you can imagine where it went from there... Yeah sorry. You can't unsee that now.
Little wooden boxes of love. Thanks for the read.
A beautiful tribute to your “other half of the sky”. You’re a lucky man, my friend.
You are wonderful. ❤️