second surprises

whilst reading Hound of the Baskervilles (a sherlock holmes novel) out slipped a makeshift note.

'I wrote all these lyrics but I still can't express how I feel for you better than the cliche I love you'
love letters are crap. this cushy feeling you feel towards said 'Tom' is a trick of the mind. stop writing him lyrics.

despite my negativity, the dreamy slither of my brain thought 'how romantic'.
horrah for second hand books!