Runt: What’s the color of love, Pig?
Pig: What sort of love, love?
Runt: Don’t know. But you know the way things, they got a color. I wonder what the color of love is.
Pig: Jesus, Runt. You could read a thousand thick books and never know the answer to that quiz.
Runt: It’s be a good one to know, ah?
Pig: It’d be brilliant, Runt. It’s around here somewhere.
THINGS I MISS
- GIGA PETS/ NANO BABIES
- SKY DANCERS
- POLLY POCKET
- LISA FRANK
- POGS
- GEL PENS
GOD HOW I WISH I WOULDA TAKEN BETTER CARE OF THESE THINGS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AND NOT LET MY PARENTS THROW EM/GIVE EM ALL AWAY WITH OUT ME KNOWING!!
TRAGIC.
Abby: But I don’t know anything about love. Every time I feel it, it’s gone. It disappears. And I have left is pain.
Happy Bat Family!
We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places,
among the most unlikely people,
and when our paths finally crossed,
it was for reasons so entangled
in our daily bread,
and the usual trespasses
that we might not even have noticed,
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air.
We loved
and the closest we’ve come to explaining why,
is because it was you,
and because it was I.
