it was a start of something
those furtive glances
over the plates of food
fingers meeting over slices of onions
tiny bites from each other plates
interchanging wine glasses
lingering over dessert
coffee tasted never so good
(I am a tea person!)
here I was dreaming it all, rose-hued.
in a moment all turned bitter
in one word, you turned to be a cad
wanting me to pay for the food
"to think I wanted to go dutch!"
After I particapted in a 24 Hour Read-a-thon, I am too zapped to write anything good. This is what I offer today.