Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Don't die on me

I've always had this strange fear that the guys I was dating would suddenly die and would never call me again. It would be a really hostile situation: would I attend his funeral? What would I tell his parents when they asked me how I had known their son? Well, we went out four times already and slept together once. I'm cherishing nice memories of his face in the dim lit cinema while watching frames of "Let's Be Cops" reflecting in his gorgeous green eyes.

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