![]() I looked at that like, if I step to the plate and take this challenge, I could win, lose or draw, 'cause I don't think nobody to this day can tie laces. "That wasn't as bad as the pineapple and blue cheese.But Beans wasn’t just taking one for his team - he says the beef also helped him prove his own skills. Her mom wiped at her eyes and flipped the sandwiches in front of her. May scrunched her face, remembering some of the worst. And you have to admit, not every one of his creations was good." It took all day to to get the smell of burned toast smoke out of the house. "Except that one time he got distracted by a crossword and burned the sandwiches. "I liked the bacon and egg with marble cheese." ![]() I think he browned the butter first- he always did something to make it a little special." The Nutella and mascarpone was my favorite. "I don't know what he did that made them so good. Her mom swallowed, then cleared her throat. She and her mom had finally found a rhythm where they could work and talk at the same time. "Remember when Dad would make us breakfast grilled cheeses?" May asked. “Everyone always assumed it was her mom who was the grilled cheese aficionado, but it was her dad who had mastered the art first. He would tell me the stories: Madame Butterfly's sorrow, the impossible love of Pelléas and Mélisande- when he confesses, 'I have something to tell you' and then he can't the stories with the countess and her Cherub who hides all the time, or Alcina, the beautiful witch who turned her suitors into wild animals.” He was really into opera, too, so wee listened to Don Carlos, La Traviata or The Marriage of Figaro during the trip. Yes, he was that kind of man, my dad, a big dreamer who could shift gears on a car up on blocks for hours on end and take me to the far corners of the earth in a suburban garage. 'With a bit of luck we'll get there before nightfall,' he promised. The crystal ashtray, the vanity mirror, the tiny little handle to roll the window down, the inside of the glove compartment, the wood. Don't forget your silver fox coat, it can be cool in Monte Carlo in the evening.' There was a nice smell inside the car. And an evening gown as well! We must go to the casino. "'Yes,'" -Camille smiled- "'I'd like that.' 'Have you brought your bathing suit?' he'd ask. “Well, then, mademoiselle, shall I take you to the Riviera?'" Since a twist of fate, when it all broke downĪnd the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.” So many things that you wish I knew So many that I wish I had told youīut the story of us has broken, burned and endedĪnd we're not speaking : And I'm dying to know Didn't tell you back then and now I'm saying I liked it better when you were on my side How I still recall your replies and my singing heart and shining eyes. Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room in a UK library reminiscing about the days when I was 15 and you were a 16 California boy how we fell for each and how we fought both too immature to realize what we were setting up in flames ![]() I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how How you held your pride like you should've held me So, today I'm telling the story of us of how I was losing my mind when I saw you had deleted the account and gone away without a goodbye and no I miss yous leaving me with just your quotes on Goodreads How'd we end up this way? With both of us deleting our accounts and going our separate ways ![]() I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now Now I'm back again on this website after five yearsĪnd I'm dying to know does it still hurt you like it hurts me? So many things that I wish you knew oh and So many walls up, I can't break through Oh, a simple complication, Miscommunications lead to fall out. 'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on I used to know my place was a spot next to you and then it went to me searching the room for an empty seat People would say have said they're the lucky ones. “I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met, and the sparks flew instantly.
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