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Thursday, April 22, 2004
Dear Swifty,
I knew you were mine the moment I saw you. Sitting there on top of the boxes, flanked by all the other models, looking shiny and golden. My eyes had no interest in anyone else. You were the only one left, and you fitted me perfectly. I was about to make you mine, but I hesitated and was afraid you would be too classy for me. But apparently, you showed great consideration for my financial status. All the more, it confirmed that we were meant to be.
You bring me great joy before the big day arrives. When I taper myself, you make me feel exactly what I want to feel. Quick and light, fast and swift. You give me confidence that no one else can. You bring me to places that I cannot reach on my own. You make me feel strong and powerful.
I’m sorry we had to miss our debut 3 months ago. It was my fault, my silly mistake. But now I’ve come back, and I still want to go the distance with you. My left calf feels a little tight, and my right ankle is a doubtful starter. That makes me need you even more now.
It is 2 days away from our debut appearance. People will probably stare at you on that day. But who can blame them, for you are attractive to the eye. All the more, it makes me proud to know that you are mine.
No matter what happens on that day, for better or worse, you will still be mine. I will never get rid of you. I promise I will not do what Linford Christie did, who threw her away when she disappointed him.
We still have a lot ahead of us. We still have many journeys to endure,
and many dreams to hope for. And I cannot think of any other way but to do it together with you.
We have a dream that was left unfulfilled. And I still want to see it come to pass as much as you do. But we’ll have to wait until next year. We will make the decathlon, no matter what.
I knew you were mine the moment I saw you. Sitting there on top of the boxes, flanked by all the other models, looking shiny and golden. My eyes had no interest in anyone else. You were the only one left, and you fitted me perfectly. I was about to make you mine, but I hesitated and was afraid you would be too classy for me. But apparently, you showed great consideration for my financial status. All the more, it confirmed that we were meant to be.
You bring me great joy before the big day arrives. When I taper myself, you make me feel exactly what I want to feel. Quick and light, fast and swift. You give me confidence that no one else can. You bring me to places that I cannot reach on my own. You make me feel strong and powerful.
I’m sorry we had to miss our debut 3 months ago. It was my fault, my silly mistake. But now I’ve come back, and I still want to go the distance with you. My left calf feels a little tight, and my right ankle is a doubtful starter. That makes me need you even more now.
It is 2 days away from our debut appearance. People will probably stare at you on that day. But who can blame them, for you are attractive to the eye. All the more, it makes me proud to know that you are mine.
No matter what happens on that day, for better or worse, you will still be mine. I will never get rid of you. I promise I will not do what Linford Christie did, who threw her away when she disappointed him.
We still have a lot ahead of us. We still have many journeys to endure,
and many dreams to hope for. And I cannot think of any other way but to do it together with you.
We have a dream that was left unfulfilled. And I still want to see it come to pass as much as you do. But we’ll have to wait until next year. We will make the decathlon, no matter what.
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