Originally Posted by AnnabelMore
If writing this out serves to do one thing only, it's to remind me how incredibly, incredibly lucky I am to have the people in my life that I do. <3
There's a part in Pat Barker's novel, Border Crossing
, where the hero, Tom, argues that he's not interested in a sexual relationship with Martha, a colleague, because it would be as (un)exciting as 'pulling on an old, warm, well-trusted sweater'.
Do I need to tell you that he changes his mind?