Scribbles

Sara,

Everytime you come into my cafe my heart stops. A lump forms in my throat, I can't swallow... Although that may be Wayne's cinnabuns... but I don't think so, it is you.

Sara, you look so good, when you come in and order your coffee... with your hangover and grumpy face...I just want to say I love you.

Have a nice lunch. I'll be dreaming of you devouring me like a sundried tomato,

--Kevin


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This was found in a desk at work.

Dear Blog,

I am sorry for not paying attention to you. I have been so busy at work and then when I do log on I get distracted by all the other blogs I follow. It's no excuse.

You'll be happy to know that have taken a step back from facebook. We were moving too fast. I am ready for a firm commitment to you now.

All of my love and hugs,

A.

P.S. I will dream about you tonight.