Sunday, February 07, 2010
Dressed Up

Without a rose or box of chocolates in hand. No fancy shopping bag, no precise destination.
Just a decent dinner over a decent convo. Ranting for we wish the night wouldn't end too soon. There's more than what we've normally surfaced as a prime topic. The way we relate on things, I just can't stop but keep on grinning. Those locution of yours, indirectly telling me that all my attention that moment should blends with nothing else but only on you.
Boy, you've make me melt.
Signing off @ 11:58:00 pm |
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