Thursday, 15 August 2013

What's Love Got to Do With it?

Got to do, got to do with it.

Imagine a loneliness you can't even imagine... As a person convinced I would die alone; my discarded, bullet-ridden corpse being savaged by a pack of feral chihauhau's, I never invested too much hope in finding 'the one', the ultimate friend - a soul mate.  But I've recently met someone I know is changing my life; an unassuming man who's presence has pushed me to unimaginable heights.  Because of how good he makes me feel I've selfishly decided to keep him.  Ok, it's because I love his mind, soul, face, limb and body areas.

He may read this and feel all warm and fuzzy inside, he might invlove the authorities.  Only time will tell...

Until then I will continue to strut around wearing a ridiculous cheshire cat like grin on my face, forcing my colleagues to dry-wretch uncontrollably at the sheer volume of love struck giggling.

Screw you all, I'm happy! 


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