this is a perfect day for

This is a perfect day to come home to someone wonderful, make crazy “my day sucked” love, fix dinner together and eat it in bed while making plans to treat ourselves that weekend with a trip to our favorite bookstore. And then make love again.

My mom told me once about a couple she admired greatly. Every single night, they would take an hour and talk, or take a walk, or make love, or read to each other. They continued the routine even after they had children, and may still to this day.

I think that is so utterly beautiful, and it is what I want.

Funny how a certain type of library-related stress makes me yearn for romance and lust. No wonder I’m in this line of work …

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