Insult of the day: Hey, stop mooning man! Cover that thing (point to subject's face)
I've loved her for a long time, for as long as I can remember. She was the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me. Without fail, she would always find a way for me to overcome my sorrows, or my anger. She would always somehow bring me to greater heights of passion, of excitement. And today, I fell in love with her again.
I have no idea why I feel this way, especially now. Maybe it's because I went through a lot for her. I broke a thumb for her. I risked further injuring a broken ankle back in sec 4 for her. I got myself a painful bump in my right shin for her. I'm still nursing a broken heart from my previous loss, and all this is occurring in a short run-up to those godforsaken A Levels.
But when I saw her, at CJC, of all unlikely places, I fell in love with her again. Even after my previous disillusionment, I feel this unbridled passion for her. And I know nothing will ever kill off this burning flame in me for her.
I love you, Soccer. I love you forever.
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