it was cold and dark and he was irritated that she preferred this to what he offered her . it was n't until this happened that i realized i really loved my girl . those old weavers do a nice job making the flies look real . i pulled in and parked beside it . collections of cobwebs caught the soft beams in their silky threads , shimmering in the corners of the ceiling . i did n't know why the sadness hit me harder some days . it 's really the opposite of bad . '' 