Timing...

She had all these rules before he came along.

A long list of everything she wouldn't do

before it was the right time to do.

But he made her lose all her sense of timing.

Ten minutes after she met him,

she stayed out three hours too late.

Fell into him thirty after that.

Called in sick to work the next morning,

even though she was far from it.

I should called in thrilled, she thought.

And together they stayed happily, 

eating Italian on her pristine Frette,

even for breakfast, 

staying up far too late,

calling in thrilled whenever they possibly could.

As for her list? No longer necessary.

There wasn't anything she wouldn't do with him.

love