Wednesday, February 08, 2012


When something bad happens between us,
I'll think of our first date.

So impromptu, but it was one of the best days I've had.
You were this close to having it cancelled, but you skipped a family reunion, just to see me.

The date was lovely.
You are lovely.

We ended the night with fireworks and it was fun because you have color deficiency.

"What color is that firework?"
"No! Purple!"

I've never enjoyed watching fireworks as much as I did that night.

I had a good feeling about you and I was right.
I love you.

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