Write me a six-word love story

A friend of mine is writing six-word love stories for  Q's six-word modern love story contest.  The deadline is February 13th.  I may or may not enter, but the idea of a six-word love story has inspired me.  It's amazing to see what creative gems can come out of imposed limitations.   Likely the most famous, and perhaps the best six-word story was by Ernest Hemingway:  "For sale:  baby shoes, never worn."  Sheer heartbreak in just six words.

It's hard to live up to Hemingway's brilliance, but I recommend that everyone try.  Here is my Full Moon Love Story:

"Pap smear tomorrow.  No sex tonight"


Alas, that's all I got right now. The good news is that there are hundreds of other six-word Ashtanga narratives out there.  Ashtangis everywhere, please give it a go:

"Eka Pada Sirsasana.  Speaks for itself."

"My Karandavasana is a dead duck."

"Happy Moon Day.  Don't get drunk."

Perhaps my niche is not in these six-word stories, at least not yet.  But one thing I am much better at is making sentences containing only one vowel.  Let's call them mono-vowel sentences:

Bob throws frogs or logs or twot on Todd's hot dogs.

This morning, I wrote a couple of mono-vowel sentences on the theme of Hell.  The vowel I proved to be very useful. 

Hell

I think it is pills in inns;
Itching pissing in sinks.
His lip is stinging.
It is I insisting.

So that was fun, wasn't it?  I'd love to read your mono-vowel sentences and poems, or your six-word love stories.

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Happy Full Moon! Love Exuberant Bodhisattva.