774.

Last year, she was afraid that everything would remain the same. This year, she's afraid that everything would be different.

773.

She made lesbian drama sexy.

772.

Every time they accidentally found themselves in the lift together, they made stilted comments about the weather.

771.

Thank God she worked on the sixth floor.

770.

She made an effort to be reconciled, but they would never be comfortable in each other's presence again.

769.

But she didn't have anyone to tell it to.

768.

Her new favourite piece of info: the f-stop is calculated by dividing the length of the lens by its diameter.

767.

She was lonely.  So she pushed away the people she loved.

766.

Except it is not.

765.

Strangely, it is rather like falling in love.

764.

Colour me carrot.

763.

She's curious about me. I'm curious about her.

762.

This is how she knew he had moved on: he posted pictures of a dinner made for two.

761.

'twas the night before Christmas...

760.

They told lies as a web to hide their true feelings for each other, but everyone saw through them anyway.

759.

He missed her; if only just the sense of having a friend in the same room.

758.

Is it a little sad that he was sitting in front of the computer blogging on the Saturday of the long weekend?

757.

The widow bragged about her father and what a godly man he was, but she kept quiet about the deep unspeakable affection she had for her late husband.

756.

She could finish as much in half a day as she could in a full day.

755.

She had a diplomatic problem.

754.

She did magic with her toes.

753.

hey baby, i love you. i think you rock.

752.

She tried to figure out what he was thinking from the squiggles on the paper.

751.

Ultimately, self-absorbed.

751.

So he waited to see who would IM him.

750.

Her knee felt tight and wobbly at the same time.

749.

She rubbed her eyes and crossed the road.

748.

She dreamt of being alone.

747.

Inserting a tampon is like lifting weights -- it is easier if you exhale.

746.

And she wondered if it would be like this at the end of the world.

745.

The accumulation of hope.

744.

It was a moment she would remember for the rest of her life.