The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Sunday, 19 July 2015
I used to be able to run for miles. I used to be able to turn your frowns into smiles. Now, after forty hours each week sorting through endless piles of files, I can barely even muster up the energy to lift myself up off these bathroom tiles. I don't think you and I are ever going to make it down the aisle. And I think I'm okay with that.