My baby is ill. I was hoping to meet with him tonight, converse by a candle-lit dinner, give him his gifts and perhaps, just perhaps he may pull out a solitaire at the end of the day and ask me to be his missus and bare his children. A girl can dream, right?Unfortunately, my baby has fallen ill. Ironic, because just the day before, he mentioned to me how he had a sore throat and I told him immediately that its the summer flu. I asked him about how many days it takes him to recover and he said about a week. And this is exactly what is happening.
He's a good man. He has a different way of thinking, sometimes stubborn but not impossible to live with.
I am yet to choose a place to dine.
Scary thought: he understands me too well.
His gifts so far:
1. Limited edition frangrance from Jo Malone, London and number 154.
2. A sweater from Carolina Herrera.
3. A leather credit card holder from Yves St Laurent.
And here's how I wrapped it. Cool innit?
Till we meet again,Sedeso
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