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By Michael T (shaken) Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Oct 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.31.19.41.7446]] |
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"So where are you taking her?" she asks me eagerly. "Somewhere nice." I reply. "She deserves to be taken somewhere nice." "Hmm.." she says, "Maybe you'll get some action." "Maybe. Doesn't really matter." I reply noncomittally. "Maybe she'll believe it when you say you love her." she blurts matter-of-factly. I pause. "But I don't love her." ( I say quietly) "I will never understand you." (I state simply) I just look at her. Just truly look at her. I can't tell if those eyes are aquamarine or green. Her pupils are the size of dark black marbles enclosed in green with a tint of blue surrounded by a strong green border in the dim light. I can hear her echoing in my head... "Maybe she'll believe it when you say you love her." I just sit there and look at her. Shaken, not stirred. |