donderdag, juni 21, 2007

Do you remember that day one and a half years ago :

We were in the cab on our way to Paragon.
I was wearing this huge chunky black ghetto ring,

and you turned to me and commented on what a huge "rock" it was.

There and then, you asked me if i would marry you, with that ring,
eyes twinkling when the taxi driver overheard.

I remember feigning a huge disgusted look,
trying very badly to mask my absolute delight.

"eeee. Who want to marry you"



I would give anything for you to ask that question again.



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The next day, i left for Scotland, and when i came back, i knew everything changed for good.

It has been a million days - and i'm just starting to walk away.

i think its 1:15 p.m. now

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