One night we got into an argument.
That is WRONG.
We had a minor ‘disagreement.’ over some bullshit.
Callen was too sweet to get into an argument.
(And I was so very fond of her)
I would never, ever, ever do anything to truly upset her.
She had one broken wing.
I wasn’t gonna break the other one.
She had that one broken wing, but she still had a good one.
She could still fly.
I was not the man to ground her.
She had a fantastic lust for life.
I was sorta madly in love with her…