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Friday, August 3, 2007
I chose not to ask...
Wrote this last night...



I noticed she hesitated when she says "I love you"
I chose not to ask...

She stopped in the middle of a sentence, awkwardly...
I chose not to ask...

She talked with other guy
I chose not to ask...

She's holding hand with other guy
I chose not to ask...

She hugs with other guy
I chose not to ask...

She kissed him
I chose not to ask...

She still walks quickly beside me
I chose not to ask...

She won't look at me in the eye
I chose not to ask...

She seems to talk without thinking about my feelings
I chose not to ask...

She hurts my heart sometimes
I chose not to ask...

I wrote a poet for her and she said it was all bull...
I chose not to ask...

I did the sweetest thing a man could do to the one he loved and all I get is a plain... "thanks"
I chose not to ask...

I pick her up at morning and gave her a flower, then we flew on a private jet to have lunch in the sky and land in Singapore to take her shopping, flew back home and went to the harbor to have a candle light dinner on a private cruise boat, with a violin player played her favorite song and the place filled with her favorite flower... and again all I have is a simple....... "Thank you"

I chose to..... kick her in the ass, tied her hand, find a pig's crap and throw it all over her face, get a red candle, turn it on, and let the melting part run over her back, legs and butt cheeks, kick her ass again, throw her face to the toilet and pull her up to ask "WHO'S YOUR DADDY?!?!??!?" put her in and pull it out again until she tiredly says... "you're my daddy..." and replied with "NO!!! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND AND START TREAT ME LIKE ONE!!! DON'T THANK ME LIKE I'M YOUR REAL DADDY, B!7(#!!!!!" pull her out, put her on a wedding dress and put a lot of money under that dress then drop her on the highway, so whoever picks her up is either a truck driver who's gonna take the money and rape her or she's gonna have to explain what the hell is she doing in the middle of a highway with a wedding dress on, filled with money, face covered with mud, smells like 5#!7, and with red stains all over her dress... and maybe they'll notice that she's crying...

Or at least that's what runs on my mind at that time... I quickly put my mind together and replied with "no need to thank me honey, I just wanna make you happy... are you?", then she replied with a little shy nod and she jumps at me... we hugged for almost 5 minutes and she finally says the word..... "I love you..." with her almost crying I replied the same, "I love you too..." and kissed her forehead... it felt like the right moment to propose her, and I have the ring... but deep in my heart it's still too quick and I'm still questioning the things she did before. So, with the word "will you marry me?" keeps on repeated on my head.........

.......

I chose not to ask.....



Seeyah in our funny lives

~Arno~
posted by Dudut @ 8:52 AM   0 comments
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