i should've known better...
i keep figuring in a thomas crown affair ending. again and again and again.
the last post was written in bitter tears of heartbreak and disbelief. halfway into the entry, and 30 mins. before christmas day is over, i texted him:
‘in 30mins. our 2nd christmas wil b over. it was not impossible 4 u 2 come. dats al i knw. dats al my heart wil remmbr. nyt, bb. i wil nw take off my shoes.’
i had given up. i was ready to cry myself to sleep.
trusty nokia rings. '11:58pm', says dell. 'saved', says wordpad. it's thomas crown calling.
'it's still christmas, right? (tank!tank!tank!) open your gate.' he was banging on the wrought iron gate with his car key.
and like always, high, mighty, and pouty ms. catherine benning was dumbfounded.
'puta!', was all i could say before rushing outside to let him in. he must've flown through south superhighway.
amazing.
it was 11:59pm when i hugged him. 12:01am when i let go and stopped crying.
i could almost hear myself: 'you set this up?! you set this up?! you do that to me again, i'll break both your arms.' and sting sings windmills of your mind.
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thomas crown rocks my merry world, christmas or not.
the last post was written in bitter tears of heartbreak and disbelief. halfway into the entry, and 30 mins. before christmas day is over, i texted him:
‘in 30mins. our 2nd christmas wil b over. it was not impossible 4 u 2 come. dats al i knw. dats al my heart wil remmbr. nyt, bb. i wil nw take off my shoes.’
i had given up. i was ready to cry myself to sleep.
trusty nokia rings. '11:58pm', says dell. 'saved', says wordpad. it's thomas crown calling.
'it's still christmas, right? (tank!tank!tank!) open your gate.' he was banging on the wrought iron gate with his car key.
and like always, high, mighty, and pouty ms. catherine benning was dumbfounded.
'puta!', was all i could say before rushing outside to let him in. he must've flown through south superhighway.
amazing.
it was 11:59pm when i hugged him. 12:01am when i let go and stopped crying.
i could almost hear myself: 'you set this up?! you set this up?! you do that to me again, i'll break both your arms.' and sting sings windmills of your mind.
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thomas crown rocks my merry world, christmas or not.