This is my girlfriend.

A private guy which I guess I can understand.
Keeps much to himself.
“Ask me anything.”
What do you ask?
Will questions deter?
He, confident of the chicanery of man.

Grilling is kind of a big thing.
It pushes people away.
“You don’t want to know the answers?”
I think the questions are simple, reasonable, timingly, and innocent.
“Who are you?”
Not deterred yet. Not trivializing.

I’m not sure I know.

“When was the last time you’re hurt?”
He, once, twice. No more recollection.
Didn’t point it out. Didn’t say it.
But you’re capable of hurting me, too.
…in every fallback, in every occasion.

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only when married

Vanessa, on the phone about her Korean boyfriend.

V: Ate, Wuchar is leaving for Korea tomorrow. [insert Sony's phone animation of someone going, Sigh]
Me: Oh? Is he coming back?
V: No. [insert phone animation of a sad face]
Me: I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you gonna start crying now?
V: No?!!
Me: Well, I thought you were in love?
V: I think I was. But the only time I can really say I am in love is when I will walk down that aisle.

I wish I have the resolve of a fifteen year old.

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Another Night Out

Random Pics of luvanightlife. =)

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