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January 12, 2015 at 1:37 pm 19 comments

“Falling in love is like striking a match ~

It can be arresting




it can burn like hell.”

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Six Word Saturday – #2 who… will…

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  • 1. Akeshia  |  January 12, 2015 at 1:43 pm

    Love it! 🙂 Hope you’re well x

  • 2. ahhsioux  |  January 12, 2015 at 1:43 pm

    My burn is only in the oassion of fire. Dobt even make that “burn on Hell” crap part of yiur mindset. Know its there, mind you, but not for you. please?

    • 3. words4jp  |  January 12, 2015 at 1:48 pm

      i know:) I wrote this at my son’s bowling tournament! Lots of pins being struck by bowling balls and this brought to mind ‘a strike’, which then took me to the thought that a strike can be a wonderful thing or not so wonderful thing, depending on how you look at it. how love made it there? well, it seems to be where I strike out:)

      • 4. ahhsioux  |  January 12, 2015 at 1:54 pm

        Exactly. Its all how you look at it. Glad to have you back here hon–seems your Holidays were very emitionally hard on you. Be happy please.
        Your friend.

      • 5. words4jp  |  January 12, 2015 at 2:30 pm

        You are very sweet – thank you:)

      • 6. ladysighs  |  January 12, 2015 at 2:20 pm

        I think it is interesting where and when we get our writing ideas. I couldn’t sleep last night and lay there thinking. Got an idea and got up from my warm bed and wrote it down before I forgot.
        Then when I reread my words this morning, I thought “what a bunch of nonsense”. lol But it seemed brilliant at the time.
        I like your match idea…..brilliant. 🙂

      • 7. words4jp  |  January 12, 2015 at 2:29 pm

        Thanks:) I actually do most of my thinking while driving or in the shower. It is such an odd thing….The bowling tournament was really cool – Peyton won a medal for 4 highest game – out of 18 high school teams competed, this is quite a cool thing and he managed to hit a goal he set for himself:) and you know what?? He struck bronze! (the medal is bronze!!!!!) Incidentally, bowling is all about the strikes – you want to strike – the more strikes the better:)

      • 8. ladysighs  |  January 12, 2015 at 4:08 pm

        That is something to be proud of! I bowled when I was single. Wasn’t any good, but enjoyed the beer afterwards. 🙂

  • 9. globalunison  |  January 12, 2015 at 2:12 pm

    Its awesome, Kim :))


  • 11. LadyPinkRose  |  January 12, 2015 at 3:30 pm


  • 13. bruisedbelly  |  January 12, 2015 at 3:41 pm

    If it doesn’t burn, you aren’t doing it right. I apply that to many aspects in my life 😉

  • 14. MichelleMarie  |  January 12, 2015 at 5:27 pm

    Love ain’t it grand? 😛

    • 15. words4jp  |  January 13, 2015 at 1:54 am

      The jury is still out 😏

      • 16. MichelleMarie  |  January 13, 2015 at 2:49 am

        I know! I hear ya there!

  • 17. Dom DiFrancesco  |  January 12, 2015 at 5:49 pm

    Isn’t that the truth, very well said my friend. 🙂

  • 19. hitandrun1964  |  January 13, 2015 at 4:44 am

    Ah, and who can forget that very first spark. 🙂 Love this Kim. Hugs on Pee.


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