I sent her an e-mail as the last thing on Sunday night:
A Diamond in the Mud
You seemed a quiet, peaceful meek someone
The kind who hardly makes a ripple in
The sea of life, a bookish girl who waits
To marry to a quiet timid man and then
Have quiet timid children, or perhaps
Remain unmarried. My conversation should be light as air,
But when I hear your voice or see your face
My mind is far away from all of this. xxvideo I had found her more and more attractive each time, but had gone slow with her in the hope of building something solid in the way of a relationship – since she seemed to have more substance than any woman I had dated for some time.
