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Aug 12, 2007 16:59

She insists on doing certain small things for me. Like herding me into the car first. Or grabbing things out of my hand in the grocery store for the few minutes we are without a cart. Oftentimes she'd get engrossed in something, the small jar of meat tenderizer or black bean sauce forgotten in her hands. Today it was trying to figure out the ( Read more... )

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ventus August 14 2007, 03:34:11 UTC
I can't really describe it, but I always "get" your long, reflective posts as if the words had come out of my own mouth. Now, whether this is a function of us both being INFJ on the Myers-Briggs scale is up to debate, but I just know I could spend an afternoon reading your posts without getting bored because I can use them to reflect on myself.

Thinking about it like this is reassuring, because the chances of something happening this perfectly is so remote. If it weren't remote, it wouldn't be so perfect.

I smiled at that. I don't know why, but I did.

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ggyo August 15 2007, 01:53:59 UTC
Hi Anthony's friend. I think of love as a bell curve. Your metaphor works too.

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