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Desperate Housewives will be up in eight minutes so I'll keep this one short, ladies and all those who claim to be gentlemen. 😳 So, there I was, absolutely weirded out by the long, long day I had had. Nothing seemed to amuse me the slightest. But something just clicked! I was grinning broadly and it was not because of the patent breeze in SwaRon's hair. It was in fact Swayum's persistent habit of never frigging stopping to frigging believe. He's a hopeless romantic. She barks at him to stop giving her that laden-with-oodles-of-love and he stares even more lovingly. He's not for real, but he made me smile. So, am I complaining? Not really.
His consideration of how Sharon addressed him and herself as hum was adorable and hearty. The smallest of things lead him on, make him keep believing that she will someday openly give him her heart, that she won't scoff or shy away. She'd take him, someday. And till then he'd liberate himself to take pleasure in references like hum. It nearly means nothing, but Swayum extracts relevance out of it. He lets something so meek make him happy. He notices these microscopic things. He loves with every speck he owns. The fact that Swayum noticed such a minute thing that Sharon said instantly reminded me of my own habit of noticing the most irrelevant of things, smallest of them all and allowing them to make me really happy, happy that after all that's how and how much I can feel.
Darn it. Desperate Housewives started four minutes ago.
Drop in, okay? 😳
-Epiphany.
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