Thursday, 2 July 2009

Don't Go

I loved him.
It was the first and only time I had experienced love at first site. It was instant. I was ready to give everything. I was selfish and I didn't care who I hurt. I wanted him. His love was all consuming wrapping me up like a blanket. I couldn't even see anybody else. Was there even any body else in the room with us, ever? I think we just saw each other.
I loved him.
He loved me back.
He'd say dont go.....
and I knew he meant it

Never were there truer words spoken!

I saw this picture and saved it for him as his wall paper on his lap top.

Do all good things have to come to an end??

Part of Ian Stevenson's Mother Toilets project.

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