PROPOSAL
If you have thought of me as much as I have thought of you, then we are not alone. Exhausted as we are from feeling, prone to those lapses from the mutual whereby the heart is comforted, we typify all novel loves-lie back, replace the phone receiver, its pre-emptive dial tone the prelude to an unforthcoming sigh. I think of you as much as may be thought before minds slip, and even tempers tilt—with privileges of private disarray—to one degree extremer than they ought; before fair balance goes, good milk is spilt, and each proposed idea becomes cliché.





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