I do wish simplicity and I got along better.
What started out as a “simple” romance I vowed to keep elementary in scope and detail is quickly evolving into a complex dance of point of views.
I do not Samba.
I do not Foxtrot.
Heaven knows, I do not, nor will ever, Waltz.
I am therefore unprepared to handle the synchronized drama The Clockwise Heart has become.
I sway, people! That’s it.
Somebody please inform Fred and Ginger to tone their choreographed histrionics of voice down a bit before their director storms off stage and cries.