Drools

          Love, Coconuts, and drools.                                   ♥♥ When we got married, it was a means to an end. I mean, we didn’t even like each other that much. I met Joe in a “trotro.” I was in the car when he came in, sweating profusely. When I saw him drenched in sweat, I shifted to cover the empty space available so he wouldn’t fill the spot beside me. Our eyes met for a second, and I gave him a scornful look, but he still dragged himself to sit beside me. ...[Read More]