... If love is a thing that scratches at the bed room door until you let her in, then digs under the blankets till she nestles at your side and proceeds to try to lick at your armpit all night long. Or if love was the thing that warms its self in your kitchen window herb garden, and uproots the basil seedlings out of boredom. Or if love is the thing that runs all over the house at the sound of your voice, filling the air with taptaptaptap sounds as her bare little feet hit the wood floor. Which love is.
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best post ever!
I know that love - times two! There's nothing like it - even when love is the thing that decides to climb the clothes in your closet and leave claw marks in three of your favourite shirts!
Ah, my love does not climb but barks at 11 pm to let me know that a leaf just blew past the window or carries the kindling all over the house, just in case I want to build a fire in another room. LOL I know that love. =)
or if "love" empties the food bowl. or if "love" insists on sleeping where i think i might want to sleep when i get tired of sleeping in the spot i've chosen and makes me whack her out the way and hiss and wake everyone up. then "love" is also a pain in the butt.
love likes to wake me up every hour by licking my head with its rough tongue. love doesnt like sleep.
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