They say your muscles have memory. Once you've trained your arms to swing a tennis racket or your legs to ride a bike, you can quit for a while - years even - and all it takes is picking up a racket or jumping on a bike again and your muscles remember what to do. They snap right back to performing the way you taught them.
The heart is a muscle, too. And I've been training mine since I was a kid to fall in love with one particular person.
I'm sorry, but I have this fear that someday you're going
to
wake up a dried-out, bitter old hag with plenty of science awards
but no personal life whatsoever. And you'll sit there at night and
sob about
how you've wasted your life.
. . . I still wouldn't be able to control myself around him, and I'm math geek enough to know that equation doesn't work out.
Robin BrandeStichwörter: humor lust joke math
Amanda and I both paused to take in that bit of wisdom. And try to decide if it even was wisdom.
Robin BrandeMatt is a tortured soul,' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-'
'Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.
Stichwörter: humor romance victorian romance-novels reference
I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.
Robin BrandeDo you want your scarf back?' I asked.
'No, just the girl who goes with it.'
Oh my gosh, that guy knows his lines.
Stichwörter: humor romance flirting breaking-up scarf
Yeah, great at the physical level level, but I still need more. Sorry. Maybe someday I'll accidentally fall in love with you after all, and we'll be right back here.
Robin BrandeStichwörter: love breaking-up
Somehow no matter how odd the combinations are, they always end up looking perfect together.
Robin BrandeStichwörter: friendship
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