The Emerald City


Posted in Uncategorized by Scaramouche on 11 November, 2007

I do not have a mind for numbers. They escape me and dance about, tricking me and playing with my mind. They change the rules of logic and alter my reality. (This is why I can’t play Sudoku.)

Words are my calling. They keep to the rules. They make sense. And even when they don’t, an intelligent mind can make sense of them still.

But the problem now is that love does not keep to the rules. It doesn’t make sense. It changes the rules of logic and alters reality. It can escape and dance about, and it is the quintessential trickster.

So how can I express just how much I love you with words?  I have no mind for numbers, as I said, and thus cannot express my love clearly with either.

Oh well. You’ll just have to take my word for it that I love you, and will always love you, as long as there is breath in my body.

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