Teardrops are a collection of short, slightly sad stories (but remember, there are tears of joy and of love), that exist for a brief moment before they are wiped, and shed every Sunday. Or when they are ready, whichever comes last...

Love (in three very very short acts)

by Antheros

“I think she doesn't love me,” he told me, as she walked away from us.

“Then, again, maybe I don't love her,” he paused for moment, still looking at her swaying figure.

“Well, that's probably why we're marrying, and will live together for the rest of our lives,” he said at last, shrugging and gulping what remained in his glass.

04 Jun 2006
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