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Nobody I Know.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012, 10:29
We just met not long ago and every moment spent with him was wonderful and sweet - the kind you can never get enough of and addiction will usually follow suit. He showed me the million dollar statue along the stretch of road to the Fullerton and said that it was going to be a permanent fixture. 'I'm going to sell my paintings and art pieces one day. I want to make it happen!' I told him, full of ambition and positivity. Well, I've got to sell away my paintings right? There. 'Then I'm going to invest on you now,' he said, not missing a beat. He held my hands right there and then. That single touch of skin felt so foreign to me yet, I was certain this was alright. It would not be like last time. Then he lowered his face and closed his eyes, getting himself closer towards me. 'Hey,' I shyly muttered out. 'What's wrong?' he asked, puzzled. 'Its just that I've not kissed anyone for a long time...' I responded and ended up giving him a light peck on his lips. I hope this time round it will turn out good.






Ernest