Life is not about the amounts of breath you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.
Lo, want to guess?
Lo, want to guess?
I'm in turmoil. I'm puzzled about something? How the hell can a man keep a woman happy over the long term? The Problem When a relationship begins everything is extremely intense. The conversations are intense. Every moment spent in each other's presence is dense with electricity between the two. The heat as the lovers gravitate towards each other is so powerful that the only possible response is to rip off each other's clothes to cool the flames of desire. The sex is explosive... nuclear explosive... The man can do no wrong and his love is always dynamic, new, amazing, nasty, different.... When the man says he's coming into town, the girl almost collapses, weak at the knees, loins burning with the rivers of desire as she awaits the tryst. One year down the line, the man calls the woman to tell her he's coming to town and her response is less than stimulating. Her heart doesn't flutter, her breath doesn't get shallow, her cheeks don't get flushed, she
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Lovely.
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the margin for error is so small.
I mean
one half step too late or to early
you don't quite make it.
One half second too slow or too fast
and you don't quite catch it.
The inches we need are everywhere around us.
They are in ever break of the game
every minute, every second.
On this team, we fight for that inch
On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us
to pieces for that inch.
We CLAW with our finger nails for that inch.
Cause we know
when we add up all those inches
that's going to make the fucking difference
between WINNING and LOSING
between LIVING and DYING.
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