Have I ever told you my love story? The story of first love, the story of sweet nothings and romance? Have I told you the story of the prince outside of my window with a stalk of Champagne rose? How about the man who held my hand while riding a motorcycle? Or the one who wrote his name with a firework stick? Or maybe, the man who learned to swim and ride horse because of me?
I guess I haven’t. LOL. And I’m not sure if I will, because there are things that I don’t tell and keep to myself.
But I surely appreciate it that my sweetheart brought me to this place, and I hope that in the future, there would be more. Hahahahaha!
Actually, I’m pretty easy to please… indulge me with the simple pleasure in life…a few moments of peace to reflect and protect me from the Gorgons who can’t wait to devour me out there, and you’ll be making me the happiest woman on Earth. 😀
Cleffairy: There are a lot of characters that I could not pronounce…there are a lot of words I cannot read, but I do know what this sentence read, and I certainly can pronounce it. å¤©é•¿åœ°ä¹….
ps: A poem for your thoughts:
Robert FrostÂ (1874â€“1963)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iâ€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.