Be warned. Mucho, mucho mush up ahead.
Mario Puzo called it Italian Thunderbolt. He knows what he's talking about.
That once in a lifetime moment when time screeches to a grinding halt, when anything that can make a sound or a melody is hushed, and everything at the edge of your vision blur, in abstract speedlines, and only for an instant. For a second maybe. And all you hear are the rapid contractions of your heart, skipping a beat, resets, resumes, but faster, and with more appetite.
Italian thunderbolt, more than a decade ago. She was tall. With a boyish strut with a cocky spring to every step. She had hair that seemed more like it was towel-dried than combed, if that's the woman term for it, with each follicle left alone to pursue their own destinations. Radiance disguised as a smile followed her around. I would define that snapshot in time by borrowing a line from a comic scribe bordering on genius, "Beatific Magniloquence." Sounds apt.
From that moment on, regardless of circumstance, I knew that Mario Puzo's phenomenon had struck without the least bit of warning, dodging, crisscrossing obstacles of different sorts in its line of sight.
Italian Thunderbolt. When a mere second stretches to infinity.
Today, tonight, more than a decade later, I'm looking forward to seeing her again, and seeing her again and again for as long as I live. My wife. My life.
And I'm counting the minutes... no, the seconds.
who said lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot. you got me there, hubby.
The Lloyd Cole Coincidence
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I can't live without ...
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Hyung Tae Kim
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