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RiotGirl -> RE: What Do You Remember About Him/Her??? (1/21/2006 11:56:31 PM)
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The last serious one was about 6 years ago.
i remember his depth of feeling for justice and right and wrong. No matter the consequences, he would always stand up. i remember his curly permed looking hair and everyone teasing him about having it done at the beauty parlor. The way he could take a soccar ball and do almost anything he wished with it. The way he looked the very first time i ever laid eyes on him and knew i was going to make him mine. My little adonis. Walking down that street, no shirt on with a body to die for, shirt hanging from his waist ban and kick a soccar ball.. with gorgeous hair. And then he opened his mouth and spoke and i almost swooned. He had a british accent = ) i remember his wit and his charm. i remember how anal he was about wierd things. i remember how he felt about life. So tough.. yet.. so not. i remember the first time i saw hiim get punched in the face and his response in his brit accent was "and wot" (i about died laughing) i remember everything.
and before him. 10 years back. i remember the face, the height and knowing that everything would be alright. i remember out of everything the fried pork chops he'd bring home. God i've never to this day had pork chops that good. i remember him trying to explain to me how naive i was and me furiously thinking he was out of his mind. heh. i remember him explaining what lazyitis is and how his last gf was stricken with it. heh. i remember what he told me when i was finally truthful about my age. He wasnt inlove with my age, but me. i remember him dealing with it. Telling me i was acting like a 16 year old. i remember the conversation that followed, i remember where we were. i remember hearing cats having sex and being worried it was a baby crying and hiim explaining. i remember how he felt about the irish as an ex british marine. i remember he had to cover up his anarchy symbol on his arm to jon the marines.
This is prolly not what you're looking for, but when i go down memory lane, a picture book opens up and i can see everything as if my mind took snapshots along the way.
And i remember walking along hong kong central park, i remember the plants and it being night and us going to the clubs and him telling me that if something ever happened to not search him out. That people change and me thinking he was nuts.
And i remember standing on the corner in broad day light knowing what the future held and telling him i'd name my first son after him and hiim telling me i wouldnt and so on. And then coming up with a better idea. i told him every saturday night at midnight to look up at the moon. And no matter where we were in the world we were we'd always be connected. = )
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